Chapter 22 Gavril

• Naomi’s terrified voice reached me, and I forced myself to look at her. She was as white as a sheet. “Please,” she whispered in Russian. “Please don’t do this. Not here. Not in public.”
• She knew. She knew what sort of rage lived within me, almost like she could read my fucking mind about what I was going to do.
• That unsettled me, but the fear in her eyes did something far worse that I hadn’t anticipated. It was fear for me, not because of me.