I don't think I've ever needed the physical intimacy from Eoin like I did last night. It's hard to explain and doesn't really make sense in my head, but I just needed him inside me, his lips on mine, his body as close to me as possible.
I don't know how I feel about Viktor saving my life or him almost dying to do so, but when I left his room last night, the moment I stepped out in the hallway, the only thing I could think about was, what if it's Eoin next time? And what if Kirill realizes that Eoin is my forever, and the next bullet ends up in my fiancé's skull? This is my war, a Sokolov war, and what am I going to do if protecting me gets Eoin or one of the brothers killed?
Fear grips my heart for the first time in longer than I can remember, making it hard to breathe. Sitting up
