I perched myself on the edge of my father’s desk, legs crossed at the ankles, arms folded across my chest, my mind a jumbled mess. Before we had all crowded in there, I had spent what felt like forever searching for Tatiana. Fear gripped me hard when I couldn’t find her. That was, until Nikolai told me he had gotten her to safety after the first round of explosions. I was so fucking thankful she hadn’t been hurt, but the thought that she might have been was enough to fuck with my emotions.
