Nikolai’s chin dips slightly, and I understand all at once what he wants me to do. What I have to do.
“I’m sorry.” His voice sounds weak, and I know all at once what he means. What he wants to say butcan’t because Xena’s shoes are clicking closer every second.
I’m sorry I lied. I’m sorry I got you tangled up in this mess. I’m sorry you have to be the one to kill
the person who did this to us.
I lay my body over his, carefully pulling the knife from his pocket and tucking it against my forearmand palm. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Nikolai. I don’t have a single regret.”
“Come on!” Xena screeches. “Get up. Goodbyes are over.”
I look at Nikolai again, hoping and praying it won’t be for the last time. He tips his head slowly, asilent encouragement, and then falls back against the f
