NIKOLAI'S P.O.V.
I took in a sharp breath as the door finally closed behind me, and I rested my back on it, my eyes fluttering to a close.
I wondered what would have happened had Iris opened that box. I looked down at it, then sighed as I slowly unwrapped the package. It was as usual. A pack of injections.
I sighed and peeled myself off the door, then removed the shirt I was wearing and tossed it to the floor. I sat on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed under the other as I slowly brought one syringe out.
It never got easier. None of it did. Every single time I had to take these injections, everything came rushing back at me like I had never left that position.
I turned to the mirror, my lips parting as I watched myself. The tattoos did a very good job of hiding the scars, but now
