By the time I finished speaking, the bottle was already empty. It turned out we were hungrier than we thought. We didn't even bothered with enjoying the vintage. We just downed it all.
The scent of blood and wine still heavy in the air between us, as Ravić sat across from me, one arm draped over the back of his chair. He was now only wearing the black shirt of his uniform, the fabric hugging tight around his muscles. The fire across from us had long since burned to embers, painting his face in slow, uneven light.
I've told him everything. Every word his father had told me, back in the prison cell. Every reason I had for bringing her here.
He didn't speak right away. He only stared at the empty glass right in front of him, his fingers tracing the rim like he was trying to hold himself back from something. Anger, maybe.
When he finally looked up, his red eyes had gone cold. "You knew what she did to me in that lab, Rosie. You remember, don't you?"
