With trembling hands, I shove Sam's office door open. The hinges shriek in protest, making both men whip around to face me. Their expressions are identical masks of concern, which only makes the rage burn hotter in my chest.
Sam rises from behind his massive desk. "Nova---"
"Is it true?" I choke out. "They're all... Everyone is...?"
Samuil's face is drawn tight as he rises and takes a step towards me. "Krasav---"
"Don't!" I throw out a hand, my vision too blurred with tears to know if he listens or not. "Just tell me the truth. Are they g-gone?"
Yesterday---just yesterday---I asked Sam if Grams was okay. The day before, I begged him to have Myles check on Hope.
He looked me in the eyes and lied.
Again and again and again, he lied.
"Nova, sit down." Myles stands and tries to usher
