Chapter 149 Sasha
- Linking my fingers in Katerina's with my other hand, I kiss her forehead. She's clammy, cold as ice. The only part of her that's warm is the endlessly seeping wound. Her lashes flutter like the wings of a moth struggling in a spider's web.
- "Sasha?" she whispers weakly.
- "Yes, ptichka?" I fight back the hot pressure of devastated tears. "You made it. We're going to the hospital now."