“Why are you still awake?” I asked Alexei as I approached him in the kitchen.
He sealed the glass of sugar and stirred his cup of hot chocolate. “Because I’m not asleep?” he retorted, and I only shook my head, my eyes drowsy but my mind racing with all the images of what happened earlier.
“No, seriously, why are you still awake?”
“The same reason you’re awake.”
I sighed softly, nodding at his answer and grabbed a mug from the cupboard to make myself some coffee. “I have questions. Lots of it,” I started without looking back at him, my entire body exhausted but my mind.
“Don’t we all?”
“Earlier, how did you pull it off? Hmm?” I asked, finally turning to him. “You managed to knock the man out who was taking you to other room and then you were able to sneak a blade into the soles of m
