Nikolai's POV
I've reduced myself to be exactly what they said I would always be.
Cold.
Ruthless and untouchable.
When I re-emerged from my bathroom to find her gone, I was relieved. I didn't want to look at her. I didn't want to have the guilt of what I said lingering in the air but as the minutes go by and I don't feel her in here, I begin to get anxious.
Paranoid is what they call it nowadays right?
I head out of my room, freshly showered and now ready to talk to Sierra when I bump straight into my sister.
"Hey..." she says but she won't look at me. Continues to look down at her feet.
"Mila..." I say as I side-step her.
"Are you okay?" she asks and I wonder what Mom has said to her. I have never been one to tell them anything but the state I must have looked, walking in bes
