“Cat got your tongue, kotyonok?” I feigned apathy at the ridiculous idiom, but inside, a nervous energy vibrated beneath my skin, flaring between yesterday’s humiliation and a heat too familiar to what I once felt for him. “I have a headache,” I lied. “You want to know the best remedy I’ve found for that?” “Child sacrifice?” “A good fuck.” I knew that was coming, but his crude words still slid through my veins like hot water. “I’m not sure where I’d find that around here, so, please, point me in the right direction.”
