It was the sound of silence before the storm. Lightning swirled around us in a vortex, a sphere of serenity in the midst of a rampage. Behind the silver mask covering her face, I could see the anger in her eyes.
The hatred mixed with a furious curiosity.
“It’s me,” I said again. “Please, Savina...”
“Shut up,” she growled. She lifted a single finger into the air and held it to her lips. “Just ...