Milena’s POV:
As soon as I open my eyes, I’m overwhelmed with the feeling of wrongness. I don’t know this bed or this room I’m in. I don’t know the man lying next to me, running his fingers through my hair like nothing happened, like he’s still the Lev I fell in love with.
He isn’t, of course.
That Lev never existed, and this one’s a murderer who wants to hurt my best friend and her kids.
My eyes start brimming with tears at the realization of what I’ve done. I helped him hurt them. I helped him kidnap Emma. If it weren’t for me, none of this would be happening.
I’m just as bad as him, maybe worse.
I squeeze my eyes shut at the thought and end up inadvertently forcing the tears to trickle down my cheeks.
Lev sweeps them away with his thumb, ignoring my weak efforts to pull awa
