Irina
I screamed, my head buried in my hands, trying to block out the horror.
Roberto's dead eyes were staring at me. Blood was everywhere, and the gunshots still echoed in my ears.
The images were burned into my mind, replaying over and over like a nightmare I could not wake up from.
I could still smell the gunpowder, still feel the glass cutting my skin, still see the moment life left Roberto's eyes.
Then I heard a voice, distant but familiar, calling my name.
"Irina!"
I knew that voice. I knew it deep in my bones.
Dimitri?
I looked up slowly, my vision was blurry with tears and shock.
A man was approaching the car, moving through the smoke and chaos like something out of a dream.
He had silver hair now, which was different, and strange. But his face, t
