Naturally.
“I went looking for something to eat and heard something in the basement.” She goes quiet. “That was the first time I saw Scythe.”
“Santo told me about him before. He warned me that if Scythe ever came out, I should run.”
“Why?”
“Because Santo didn’t know if Scythe would hurt me.”
She continues. “There was blood everywhere. Jude was…” She makes a vague gesture.
“Having a terrible evening?”
Vasilisa almost smiles. “Yes.”
“So I ran.”
“That seems like the appropriate response.”
“But Scythe came after me and when he caught me, I looked at him. Really looked at him.” Her expression softens. “He knew exactly who I was. Scythe was there, but so was my Santo.
“Oh.”
“And after that—”
Her cheeks turn pink.
No.
Absolutely not.
“Ew. Stop.”
She blinks. “I wasn’t going to—”
“I do not want to hear about how seeing my brother bloody and murderous somehow ended wonderfully for you.”
Adriana laughs.
Vasilisa turns even pinker. “I was only saying that I understand seeing all of him and wanting him anyway.”
“Excellent. End there.”
“I was.”
Adriana is still laughing.
I point at her. “Your turn. Please make yours less disgusting.”
“I can’t promise that.”
Wonderful.
“When Gio took me, Angelo kept him alive afterward.”
“For?”
“For torture.”