ALEKSANDER
For a moment, Nico just stands there, mulling over my words. I did say that I knew about the priest, but I'm sure that whatever I think I know doesn't compare to the actual truth. His lips part, and I think he's going to deny it or laugh it off.
But then, in a flat tone, he says, “You don't–" his throat works, “you don't know what he did to me"
"Then tell me." My voice is low and steady, though inside I'm seconds from exploding.
His hands shake as he pulls them from mine and looks away. He's still hesitant, and it f*****g guts me because I want every part of him. Every detail, every flaw, I want to have a part in it.
“He ruined me, Sasha. He–” Nico swallows hard, jaw trembling. He exhales a shaky breath, then continues, “I was sixteen at the time, and he was our family
