13. Snowflake.
Katarina.
The next day, before nightfall, Killian walks into the room.
I already have a fork in my hand, one I’m very willing to use against him. If I stop to analyze the reactions Killian drags out of me, I’d say that, clearly, he steals my sanity. So I embrace the madness he provokes in me and use it as a weapon, throwing myself forward like a wild beast.
The agile asshole catches me in his arms, makes me drop my improvised weapon, and holds me, his chest pressed against my back, while he softly whispers in my ear, “Shhh.”
New footsteps echo, and Demyan Ivanov speaks, “Milaya, are you still the same?”
“I told you I would never give up,” I say furiously, breathing hard under Killian’s grip.
I hear the terrifying mafia boss sigh loudly. His footsteps rumble across the
