I cringe at the memory, his words snaking their way into my head and leaving little scars where they land. A thousand showers won’t clean the stink of his breath off of me.
Just close your eyes and imagine I’m him.
“I’d rather not repeat any of it,” I say at last, sitting upright. “But it didn’t happen in the end. Because… because of Daniil.”
Emma’s jaw literally drops. “You’re joking.”
I shake my head. “It was so real it became surreal, you know what I mean? He pulled Liam off me and rearranged his face.”
“I’m liking this guy more and more by the minute.”
“I don’t know, Emma,” I say softly, realizing I haven’t even begun to process what happened tonight. “It was… scary.”
“No, I mean, watching Daniil beat the s**t out of Liam was scary.”
“Hold up. Please don’t tell me you felt sorr
