Katerina
Once the shock wore off, which admittedly took a bit of time, I went to look for him.
Jude was standing outside the door, leaning on the wall. He stared at me with an exasperated look and peeled himself off the wall.
“I’ll walk you to your room,” he said.
“Where is Zander—”
“Not now, Katerina,” Jude stopped me.
“But—”
“Please don’t push it; he feels bad enough already.”
I had a million questions for him, but none of them formed. I couldn’t even sort through them to find a beginning.
Once we reached the stone part of the packhouse, he said, “He means well. I promise he does.” He eyed me, gauging my reaction, but I wanted him to go on. I wanted to understand. “I know you might not believe me."
"I didn't say that."
He sighed. "We have been through a lot together. We
