FIFTEEN
EVA
Dimitri’s eyes go wide. Warmth spurts over my hand and down my arm, and it’s his blood.
He staggers back, clutching his throat, making awful gurgling noises. His face is disfigured by astonishment.
As soon as he’s off me, I scramble away, but clumsily, so I fall over the desk and hit the floor. I grab the pistol, stand, and whirl around.
Incredibly, Dimitri is still standing, too.
Swaying a little, his face white and his lips peeled back over his teeth, he glares at me with those icy blue eyes bulging in outrage. He curls his fingers around the letter opener, then slowly pulls it from his flesh. He flings it aside and clasps his hand over the spurting wound.
Shining with blood, his bare chest heaves, but he doesn’t fall.
He doesn’t fall.
My heart thundering, I raise th
