Naomi
I felt Gavril stiffen, though his fingers softly massaged my head, wondering what sort of tale he could tell me that would be worse than what I had just shared with him. It felt good to get it off my chest, to finally attempt to explain to my husband why I struggled to trust him. Jon wasn’t going to give up, and I wasn’t sure how far Gavril would let it go before he took the matter into his own hands.
For once, I was glad that my husband was bloodthirsty. Maybe he could be the one to end this nightmare for me, but I wasn’t about to ask anything of Gavril.
All I wanted was to hear this story he was so worried about.
“Her name was Katya,” he started, his voice hoarse as if he was reliving the memory as I had earlier. “She found me at a party, and I thought I had never seen a more b
