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Nikolai
I devour her mouth with all the fury and fear inside me, all the hunger I’ve been holding back. So much makes sense now: her starved appearance and her lumberjack appetite, the puncture wounds on her arm and the nightmares that assault her every night. For weeks, they’ve hunted her, seeking to exterminate her, snuff her out of existence, and on that day in Boise, they nearly succeeded.
A couple of inches to the right, and the bullet would’ve torn through her skull.
The entire flight home, I shook with rage, and that was before I knew the rest of it. Before I knew how many times she came close to dying. If she hadn’t woken up to hear the locks getting picked, or jumped out of the way of that pickup truck… f**k, if she’d just so much as breathed louder in that coat closet, she
