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the edge of my bed in defeat. I couldn’t bring myself to even care that I was being rude.
    I watched the captain warily as he crossed into my quarters and took a seat at my desk. He seemed relatively comfortable in my tiny space. The only space I could kind of call my own.
    “It’s cold in here,” he stated.
    “Is it?” I didn’t know what else to say.
    Wolfe didn’t respond. He just looked at me. It was strange to watch him. I searched his face, but there was no judgment or irritation at how I was acting, and he didn’t look like he pitied me or felt sorry for me. He was just there.
    I wanted to talk to him, simply because I didn’t feel like I had to. We could sit there for hours or minutes, and I didn’t think Wolfe would mind.
    “Did you come to see me about something specific?” I asked. My fingers were fidgeting in my hair, almost against my will.
    “Yes, but it’s not that important.” He hesitated before he asked, “Is there something you want to talk about? Maybe I can help.”
    I eyed him again. Open up to Wolfe, my captain? This was the man who gave me another life to live, an opportunity I wouldn’t have without him. I didn’t know if I wanted to risk getting close to him. Everything depended on whether or not he thought I was worth the trouble to keep around.
    I decided it couldn’t hurt to talk about what he was already aware of. “I’m worried that I’m putting all of you through the trouble of finding my brother, when it may not work out the way I want it to. It’s a lot harder than I originally thought it would be,” I said. I forcefully moved my hand from my hair and placed it in my lap, twisting the fingers of my hands together.
    God, I was so nervous and it made no sense to me, but I continued talking anyway, hoping it would help. “There is a reason he’s hiding, and I’m afraid to find out what it is. I’m afraid to find out why he left me.”
    My gaze remained on my hands. I felt almost sick to my stomach as I waited for a response from Wolfe, though I didn’t really expect one. The silence seemed to drag on, and it ate at me. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore; I stole a quick glance at him, and then looked back at my fingers.
    Wolfe was silent, but he looked thoughtful. There still wasn’t any pity in his eyes, which I was grateful for.
    “Do you want my speculation?” he asked.
    I kept twisting my hands together. If I looked into his eyes I might start crying. I didn’t want to say anything, because I knew my voice would crack and give me away. Something shifted and the air was suddenly thick and somber. Wolfe seemed to realize the enormity of my concern. In the corner of my eye, I saw him frown as he watched me nervously twist my fingers together. I could feel the weight of his gaze, and it made me self-conscious.
    Wolfe took two steps to cross the room, and then he sat beside me on my bed. I still didn’t look at him as he took each of my hands in his. I couldn’t twist them together anymore, and the outlet for my nervous hysteria disappeared. I looked up at him, and his expression was convoluted—his eyes were sympathetic, yet his brows pulled together with worry.
    “Katerina,” he said. “I’m sure your brother has a good reason. I don’t think the sort of closeness you two share is easily discarded.”
    How could he possibly know? He knew almost nothing about me.
    “For years?” I asked. “What could possibly keep him away for years, and somehow land him on a top-secret military base?”
    Wolfe’s eyes clouded over, but only for a second. There was something he didn’t want to tell me.
    I yanked my hands out of his grip, angry. “Don’t try to comfort me if you’re going to do it while lying to my face.”
    Wolfe’s lips parted slightly and his eyes widened. “I haven’t lied to you,” he said.
    “I know,” I spat. He made me furious. “But you were going to.”
    I stood up and paced. How dare he come in here and pretend to reassure me.