Chapter 112 Sasha
- KOSTYA'S CAR is sticky from blood. Mila is slumped against the passenger door, her eyes open but staring blankly into the ethers. "How did the cops know?" she whispers.
- I don't have an answer. My mind has been too tangled to puzzle it out yet.
- We roll through the gates of my mansion. Every rocking motion of the car sends new waves of pain through my leg. I wiggle my toes to make sure my foot hasn't gone numb.