“Um . . . two,” I said unsteadily. “Two have touched me . . . that way.” He made a rough noise. “Dvoye mertvetsov.” Two dead men. I frowned. “I’m not going to tell you stuff if you’re going to kill people because of it.” Odd I needed to make that clear . . . but that was where I was. His eyes darkened. “Was one of them Ivan?” “No.” The look in his gaze cooled. “Fine. They can live.” “How noble of you,” I returned drily.
