"He could've told me all about it when he called me every night---except, oh, wait, he didn't call me every night. We haven't even spoken." My throat tightens with tears I refuse to shed. Because once I start, we might all need that ark full of puppies to escape the flood. "He doesn't tell me anything, Myles. Do you think being kept in the dark is easy for me?"
"He doesn't want to worry you." Myles looks genuinely sorry, but it's hard to see him as anything but Samuil's accomplice right now. Everything going on is partially his fault, too.
"Too late."
I'm worried about Samuil and what he's up to in London.
I'm worried about what will happen with us when he comes back.
Most of all, I'm terrified he won't come back at all. Maybe this whole setup was just a convenient way to stash his pr
