Haunted

Ferrara

Haunted.

Afraid.

Defensive.

The emotions in Katya's eyes were glaring, burning into my pupils, digging into my chest.

I was no professional at assassination, but I had a good knowledge of the points of the body that would bleed to death if a deep wound was made there.

And where Katya Petrov pressed the fork she had picked up, was going to have me bleed to death if she stabbed deep.

Coincidence?

I didn't fucking share that idealistic opinion, but everything about Katya upturned what I believed in.

It wasn't the thought that she might kill me right here that rushed fluidly into my mind, but the expressions in her eyes.

The fingers was held the fork were shaking, the other on my shoulder, pressing hard into my flesh.

She could leave a bruise, but I didn't fucking give a damn.

"What happened to you, Katya?"

The raw emotions in my thick voice were barely recognizable as mine. I cleared my throat, slowly reaching out to touch the tattoo I had discovered...

Her hand le