Peter thought he’d seen a hallucination. Was the amphetamine pill messing with his head? He gritted his teeth against the pain and blinked, but she still hovered over him. Lotte. Anna’s sister.
He muttered a curse, closed his eyes and prayed all of this was but a bad dream caused by the shock and the loss of blood. But when he woke the next day she was still there, hurrying to his bed as soon as he stirred.
“You…Lo…Alexandra?”
“Yes, it’s me. I’m going to help you up. You must drink,” she said and caught him beneath his arms to help him sit.
Searing pain throbbed through his entire body the moment he moved his injured leg. He clenched his jaw and waited to speak until the ache subsided. “My name is Antek,” he said.
“Antek. You have a bad gunshot wound in your leg. The doctor said you a
