CHAPTER 92
Katya POV
My fingers hovered over the mask, so close I could feel the faint hiss of air escaping from beneath it.
One pull. That's all it would take. One pull, one press and everything he'd ever done — every scream, every drop of blood, every nightmare — would end here.
I didn't care about the consequences, about what would happen after.
But then… his eyelashes fluttered.
I froze.
For a heartbeat that stretched far too long, stormy gray eyes blinked open — groggy, unfocused, but awake — locking straight onto mine.
My body went rigid. Breath caught in my throat as if invisible hands had wrapped around my neck.
He was looking at me.
He was awake.
The room swayed. I stumbled back a step, heart ramming against my ribs so violently I thought it might crack them open.
Then — creak.
The door cracked open behind me, and I flinched so hard my elbow hit the metal rail of his bed.
"Cara mia?" Nonna's voice was soft but puzzled. "What's wrong?"
