I’m sitting on a chair in Dmitri’s study, shivering under a heavy blanket. My shivers have nothing to do with the fact that I’d been out in the rain only minutes ago, or that I am unbelievably hungry. The shock keeps trying to make my mind slip into autopilot, but I’m painfully, acutely aware of everything that is going on.
Dmitri, Andre, and Luca are standing off close to a window, conversing in hushed tones with an air of the utmost severity between them. I can’t hear what they’re saying, or maybe my mind just can’t comprehend speech at the moment. The only reason I’m still in the room is because Dmitri didn’t want me out of his sight.
He glances my way worriedly, then turns back to Andre and Luca.
Sayah is next to me, her hands rubbing my shoulders, whispering that it’s going to be o
