Lies

Anika looked at Klaus's face, the man looked somewhere between confused and almost irritated. Did he knew more than he was letting on? Either way, it was too late to change her mind about trusting the man.

"Are you completely sure?" he asked, still holding her hand, but se didn't seem too convinced she was telling the truth, Anika took a deep breath, forcing herself to maintain her composure, even though the memories were too painful, she nodded, pulling her hand away from his and put it on her own lap.

"Three years ago," she began with a shaky voice, "When I finished my studies at Cambridge, I met a man, he...he worked for the Bratva." She kept her eyes on her hands, though she could feel the man's gaze on her, burning her. Because of his intensity, she didn't dare look up, too terrified of the possibility of being thrown to her own devices once he learned the truth. "I…we were together, for a while." She didn't want to give him details of her relationship with Mark, no more than nec