“Not me, Mikhail. I’m the quiet one.” I smirk. His eyes crinkle at the corners. The mask is clever. I’ve heard it’s to cover the burns on his face. I think it runs deeper than that. But, unless I can prove myself to him, I doubt I’ll get to see his scars. Because no one will ever see mine either. “The quiet ones are the most deadly. I should know, I am one.”
