Kotenok.  Antonin’s voice in her thoughts was a comforting caress.  She did not answer.  She didn’t want to talk to Antonin, but neither did she want to push his presence from her mind, because then she’d be alone, with a true psychopath upstairs.  She fingered the mark on her wrist again, once again willing her magic into it.  Help me, she pleaded into the bond.  Please.