Gone is the strong protector with the sarcastic sense of humor. Gone is the man who made me beg for more of him. Harder. Touch me. Make me come.
Now, he looks like a monster in the night.
“Do you even hear yourself?” I ask quietly.
“I know exactly what I said,” he snaps back.
I draw a slow, shuddering breath. “I’ll ask you one more time. I just want to hear you say no for real. Please, I’m begging you… come with me to get our son, Dima. And then turn your back on all the violence and come find a happily-ever-after with us. Will you do that?”
Dima looks down at me from where he’s towering above. His blue eyes are miles deep and sub-zero. I shiver yet again, the coldest one yet. It feels like it comes from the soul.
Dima’s lips move. He says one word.
And then he’s gone. He stalks out
