Dmitri
"There is no other way," I said, my voice low and broken.
There was silence at the other side of the door.
I pressed my palm flat against the wood. "Mikhail. Please. Do not do this to me."
"I am sorry, Dimitri," Mikhail said. "But my mind is made up. You will stay locked in until morning. Until you are thinking clearly."
"I am thinking clearly!" I slammed my fist against the door. "Clearer than I have ever thought in my life. She is everything to me. Everything! And you are keeping me from her!"
"For your own good," Mikhail repeated.
Something inside me snapped.
I stepped back from the door. My hand went to the gun in my belt and I pulled it out slowly.
"Mikhail," I said quietly. "Open the door."
"No."
"Open the door," I repeated. "Or I will shoot
