"Pack your things," Niko says the second I open the door.
I just stare at him, the words slow to register. "Pack my things?" I echo, my gaze sliding to the wreckage Aleksei left on him last night. "That’s the first thing you say to me?"
His mouth parts, but I raise a hand, cutting him off. "I know, I know." I let out a breath, "It’s my fault this happened. I should’ve let you drag me back when you tried. I didn’t think Aleksei, that bastard, would react like that."
Niko’s expression stays flat, but his jaw works, clench, release, clench again. He’s furious. Of course he is. It stings a little, but look at him, bandage slapped over one eye, lip split, skin painted with cuts and bruises. And That’s just what I can see. All of it, because of me.
"I thought you’d be jumping for joy," he sa
