Chapter 107 Sasha

• KATERINA STANDS IN MY BEDROOM, right in front of my window. The thin, silken bronze robe clings to her every curve. The light from outside forms a halo behind her long, loose hair. With her rounded belly and the soft glow of the light, she resembles a saint from one of the oil paintings in my hallway.
• The sky outside is painted a brilliant scarlet. An hour has passed since Madison attacked me and Mila arrived to slip her off my property. I don't know where they've gone, and it's better if I don't know.
• I don't want to think about that girl. She reminded me of how easy it is to let the beast out.