5
Yulia
I run down the hallway, my bare feet silent on the carpet. Betrayal is a bitter, oily slime coating my tongue.
Fool. i***t. Dura. Debilka. I castigate myself in two languages, unable to find enough words to cover my stupidity. How could I have trusted Lucas for even a second? I know what he wants from me, but I still gave in to that stupid longing, to fantasies that should’ve died out the moment I realized he was alive.
The man I dreamed about in prison has never been anything but a figment of my imagination.
The interrogation technique he used on me is beyond basic. Step one: Get close to your enemy and understand what makes her tick. Step two: Lend a sympathetic ear and pretend like you care. It’s the oldest trick in the book, and I fell for it.
I had been so starved for hu
