The moment the question leaves my lips, those eyes dim. He turns away. "She's gone."
That's all he offers, and I leave it there.
I have enough secrets of my own locked away in dark places. As much as today terrified me, there's a ruined, broken part of me that recognizes the anger and violence. A part that's comfortable with it.
I try another question, hoping to bring him back to me. "Why did your brother come here today?"
"He wanted me to know that he's watching."
His eyes shift to the window like he's expecting to see someone looking back. A chill snakes down my spine.
"Watching you? Or..."
"I will not let anyone or anything hurt you."
That's answer enough. Samuil isn't the only one with his eyes on me, though right now, his are the only ones I care about.
"You can't promise me
