“You saw me kill someone,” I remind her. “That mudak tried to snipe you. I killed him to—”
She shakes her head. “Not him.”
I step away. “Most people have the ‘how many people have you slept with’ conversation. This is a new one.”
“I’m not talking about your enemies,” she says. “I’m not talking about taking out people who attack you. You told me when I first got here that you had killed another girlfriend. Is that true?”
I remember it now. Cora and I were arguing. She wanted to leave. I wanted her to stay.
What are you going to do? Kill me?
It wouldn’t be the first time, I said.
“Why are you asking me about this now?” I ask, the heat inside of me turning to solid ice.
Her eyes narrow. “Tell me who Katerina is.”
And just like that, the other shoe drops.
Cora gets out of her dress a
