Chapter 42 Scrape Of The Surface
- Katie's POV
- Those words are scarier even more than when my own father banished me. I gulped a lump in my throat.
- Vladimyr sat in front of me. With the book in between us. He is scratching his head, thinking about where to start. I held his free hand to make him feel that he got this. He looked at me, and I could sense an uplift in his mood.