REVA
The police vehicles screeched to a stop in front of the building, tires shrieking loud enough to silence every thought in my head. Doors flew open, and officers jumped out, hands already hovering near their belts as they took in the chaos: two men restraining Nikolai, Levi bleeding beside me, and me shaking with anger and shock.
The two men holding Nikolai let go the moment the officers approached. Apparently, the cops’ arrival meant they were done playing security, and Nikolai wrenched himself free and stumbled forward, wild-eyed.
“Thank you-thank you for coming,” he said breathlessly, pointing straight at us, and then started to explain that his friend disappeared after he went outside for some air.
He rushed past the officers, bending to snatch the jacket he’d dropped, and th
