9
Nikolai
Unclenching my tightly balled fist, I click away from the camera feed of Chloe’s room and open my inbox. I don’t know what I would’ve done to Alina if she’d agreed to Chloe’s request. Fortunately, my sister has recovered enough of her wits to realize she needs to keep her mouth shut.
It is my story to tell—and I’m not sure I want to tell it.
Yesterday, when Chloe asked me if what Alina had told her was true, I was tempted to lie, to tell her that Alina had made it all up—that she’d been delusional because of all that medication. But for some reason, as I looked into Chloe’s soft brown eyes, the words refused to form in my throat. As much as I hate it that my zaychik sees me as evil, something deep inside me wants her to know the real me.
To know me and love me regardless.
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