Maria
I'm not sure how to feel. Betrayed? Hurt? Angry? Sad? I don't know. I don't feel anything except maybe disappointment. My mind is numb, and I can't focus on anything other than Mikhail's green eyes piercing me.
"Maria ..." Mikhail starts, but I interrupt him.
"Stop!" I snap, tears rising in my eyes. "Stop trying to hurt me."
Mikhail reaches out for me, but I flinch away from his touch, scooting over to the opposite end of the couch.
"Don't f*****g touch me!" I hiss.
I want him to keep his distance. I don't want to be near him right now. Not when he's lying to me. I hate the look on his face. It makes me want to slap him.
"So now that you found out what you wanted," I say, "you can let me go, right?"
"No." Mikhail casually picks up a decanter and pours two shots of vodka. "It'
