Mikhail
My head felt like it was full of cotton, but slowly I started to wake up. First I tasted metal and chemicals in my mouth. Then I felt silk sheets against my skin and realized with horror that my shirt was gone. The drug was still making everything feel far away and weird, but I was fighting to stay conscious.
Katarina wasn't on top of me anymore, and I could hear voices, like two women arguing in fast Russian. My vision was still blurry, but I could see two figures standing by the door. One of them wore the same fancy evening gown Katarina was wearing before she went crazy. But they both had the same posture I'd known since I was a kid.
"You always were disgusting," came Anastasia's voice, cold as ice. "But this... this is sick even for you."
"Sister," Katarina said sweetly, an
