“I thought you… I thought we wanted the same things.” Tears burn the backs of my eyes, but I blink
them away. “You didn’t want me to go to Iceland. You wanted me to stay here with you. And thebuilding… My dad’s name is on the building. The wedding gift.”
My words are becoming more and more disjointed. As my world falls apart, so does my ability toform full sentences.
Nikolai shrugs. “I don’t want you to be miserable. So I let you stay. But that doesn’t mean…”
His voice trails off, and oh God, how bad can it be that even Nikolai doesn’t want to say the wordsaloud? The man has killed people with his bare hands. If he can’t tell me what he’s thinking, thenwhat he’s thinking must be devastating. He’s trying to spare me, but there’s no saving this.
“Oh
