Chapter sixty-four

"Atone?" He questioned mockingly at the word I had used.

I ran my hands through my hair as I yanked it into a doughnut. Ramanov took three long breaths through his nose, his mouth still clamped together in anger, he forced his jaw to relax and rubbed his tongue against the roof of his mouth trying to remind himself how he felt when he was at the pathetic look of his life, begging and seeking retribution. His soul yearned for it, it was a deep burn.

"Just go home and let me be," I said in a low tone. I felt Andrea's rejection in my very bones. I felt a particular kind of pain enter me and crept around my heart and as hatred flooded my body and clouded my eyes I made my decision not to succumb to anything needless.

I did not comment, my gaze darted through the half-opened door inside only to see Lola who did not comment and pretended to be sleeping.

"Didn't you hear me!"

"You will freeze to death, come with me, Lucia."

"Now see who is caring," I let out a disgusting smirk, "where does