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"Milan!" I could hear Lucian running after me, but I was already by the bathroom. Darting in, I shut the door and locked it, then leaned against it, hoping to keep him from breaking it down for at least a few moments.
"Milan!" He banged his fist on the door, and I felt the whole door shaking, echoing the quaking of my body. I felt cold inside, the chill from the nightmare returning. Why did I tell Lucian about Kev? I never trusted anyone but the agency therapist with the full story. Igor knew, of courseβhe was the one who ordered the hit on Kevβbut I never spoke about it with him.
Outside mandated therapy sessions, I never spoke about it with anyone until Lucian.
"Milan, open this door." He stopped banging, his tone turning calm and cajoling. "Come out, and we'll talk."
