“I couldn’t get you to wake up!” she cried breathlessly. “I thought—I . . .” The sight of tears streaming down her cheeks tightened my throat. She’d thought I was dead. No way I’d go down half-naked lying on a loveseat. The idea would almost be amusing if seeing Mila cry didn’t make me feel like shit. Though the fact those tears were for me sent a warm sensation to my chest I could only associate with Christmas cheer. I didn’t even like Christmas. “I thought you believed I couldn’t die, kotyonok,” I said roughly.
