But it can’t be. Not if one mistake is enough for him to toss me aside forever.
“Maybe it won’t be forever,” I whisper, swirling my finger in the plush carpet. I’ve been leaningagainst the side of the bed, staring at the door for… I don’t even know how long. Without a television,a book, or even a sketchpad to distract me, I’ve taken to drawing simple designs in the carpet.
“But will he forgive me before I lose it and start draining my own blood for paint?”
I meant it as a joke, but it feels a bit too plausible to be funny. I have to get out of here.
I told Nikolai I’d cooperate with him if he took care of Elise, but he isn’t going to take care of her.He’s going to let her wander around the city by herself or die in a gutter or, maybe the worst of all,end up back with ou
