Vengeance

[silverlock]

Through the strange soup of my dreams I felt something brush my face. My sleep-clumsy hands reached to push away Sonia's hair. Then I remembered that Sonia was dead. Sleep fled away, and I haven't seen it since.

Boris sat on the edge of the bed with a gun in one hand and a large knife in the other. I had felt the blade lightly brushing my cheek. I couldn't repress a shudder.

"Cold?" he asked with obvious amusement.