Grey’s povThe stone corridor felt smaller than usual and there was something that was extremely weird about it but I just count pinpoint it but I know that there was something wrong here, somewhere and some how. I watched Ivan’s face. It was a mask I had seen him wear a thousand times, one of practiced indifference, but today the edges were fraying."You're losing it, Grey," Ivan said, a soft, mocking chuckle vibrating in his chest. He turned his shoulder to me, a dismissive gesture meant to make me feel small. "The grief is rotting your brain. Cause what the meaning of these delusions? Go lie down."He started to walk away, that arrogant swagger echoing against the walls. My vision blurred red. Before I realized I had moved, I lunged, my hand clamping onto his shoulder like a vice. I spun him around, slamming him back against the cold masonry."Don’t you dare walk away from me," I spat, my voice a low growl that vibrated in my own throat. "I know, Ivan. I know you killed her. I know
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