“So?” I ask, not meeting his gaze. “You were going to tell me if sleeping in strange positions has to do with a certain incident.” “Oh! Sorry, I got distracted by how fucking hot you look with your hair messy.” “Nikolai, focus.” He releases a sigh. “I started sleeping this way in my teens. It was around the time my episodes began.” My fingers pause in his hair. “What type of episodes?” “High energy. Racing thoughts. Uncontainable need for more, more, and fucking more. I had it that day when I fought Kill and beat him to a pulp while you were flirting with Eva.”
