Chapter 27

Sally didn’t talk to Mikhail about his brush with death. She tried not to think about it herself either, but the best she could do was push it back into a corner of her mind that only spoke in whispers. While she was asleep, however, she could not control her mind, and flashes of Mikhail’s face, eyes rolled back, lips contorted in agony, blood rushing from his ears and nose, haunted her dreams. It would happen to him again, she knew it – she could feel it – and it would probably be worse next...