12. Remembering the Ice.
Katarina.
Life had never been as lonely as it is now.
Or as maddening.
Not knowing what will happen to my life is a slow, almost endless agony, even more so when I’m locked inside this house that feels like it wants to swallow me whole.
The staff doesn’t speak to me, not even Talya, so every hour, every minute, every second drags on longer than it should.
Igor, of all people, seems to be the best. A small ray of light in the middle of the gloom. He’s huge and intimidating, but I suspect he has a good heart —as good as a killer’s can be— and he lets me go out to the backyard. With guards watching the grounds and a tracker bracelet on my wrist, yes… but he lets me go out.
And that’s where I make my first friend.
He has four legs, brown fur, and yellow eyes th
