66 - My Way

~Emilia’s Point of View~

“I want to talk to him, alone,” I said, with my hands on my hips and my foot tapping. 

We were checking out of the hospital and I knew they’d already left Pavel to rot overnight. I knew they weren’t feeding him, they were letting him sweat.

“I think my mother and grandfather want at him first. They’re just torturing him by letting him sit alone with his thoughts. He has to be going insane wondering what will happen to him,” Aleksey said. 

“Then let me talk to your grandfather. Pavel knows without a doubt he’s going to die. What if I go in there, be sweet and offer an olive branch,” I said.

My mate sighed.

“Really though. What