Chapter 4

Jude watched them walk away, watched the reassuring looks they shot at him, still curled into a ball on his ruined couch.

He hit call.

"Callahan," Andrei gasped.

"Fuck."

"Fuck," Jude agreed, thick wet tears spilling over his lash line and tumbling down his cheeks.

"Fuck."

"I cannot," Andrei said, breathing heavily over the line.

"I cannot—is seven in the morning in Zorinsk now, I did not see—fuck, Jude."

Jude wanted to say his name.

He wanted to say it so bad, the way Andrei said his name.

Jude forced his hand to his mouth and bit down hard on…