Chapter 72 Sasha

• As a cold chill washes up my back, I stop trying to shove my way around Ulyana. She backs away, watching me closely, trying to read my face. I don't think she can. Nobody could. "You were helping her get away from me? That's what was happening with the van?" I ask.
• "She begged me for help."
• The wound that's begun to open in me spreads apart further. Soon, I'll be rotting down to my marrow. "You'd risk her life by letting her out into the open, where that bastard Yevgeniy can reach her?"