GALINA'S POV
This can't be happening. There is no way that Marco is going to believe or trust Malik enough to let him out. Right? Chertov ad, f*****g hell!
Not knowing what I could offer him that would be better than the potion, I scramble to the front corner of my cell, which happens to be right next to Malik's. I stammer, "I'll help you; I will help you find her, and we will figure out a way to..."
"To do what, rodnaya?" Malik's voice is commanding; it's the voice of a confident man who knows he has already won. Mocking me, he brags, "I am the only witch who can make the potion. It is the only reason why I am still alive. Even if you had the potion in your hands, you couldn't replicate it. No one has been able to."
He stands up in a fluid motion that one would think a man of his age
