Chapter 143 Katerina

• RUSLAN HASN'T STOPPED SHAKING. He's been like this during the whole car ride. I have to half-drag and half-carry him into the large townhouse, all the way down a dark hall that Yevgeniy shoved us through. As my mother and I huddle in the small backroom we've been stashed in, Ruslan continues to shake.
• "I didn't want to do it. I didn't, I swear I didn't," he mutters. It's all he's been able to say.
• Brushing his hair from his forehead, I push him to my chest. "You're okay. I'm here."