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The moment the words left my mouth, reality crashed into me as I finally registered what I had just said. I should have stumbled from the weight of all the stares in my direction, but somehow my knees did not buckle.
But it was Konstantin's face that made my heart crash against my ribs. It went through an entire terrifying cycle of emotion: first shock, which slowly morphed into embarrassment that turned his ears a shade of crimson, then shifted into rage. His features hardened under the morning sun.
I bit my treacherous tongue, but who was I kidding? Even if I could turn back time, I would have said the exact same thing.
The thought quickly evaporated when Konstantin began to march toward me, his footsteps echoing like a warning across the cracked pavement.
My legs turned to jelly, my stomach churned. I wavered, taking a step back. My legs shook, every damned voice in my head screaming at me to flee while I still could.
