She pointed at him. "You – stay here with him. I'm going to…I'll…I will return. Stay hidden. No one must know you are here." She marched out of the barn, sealing the door and the shield behind her, so he could not leave, even if he wanted to.
Sealed behind a shield, with Igor dead, and Rossa no longer out for his blood, Boris was safe for the moment. This time, he felt himself change.
He flexed his hands as Igor began to stir.
This time, Boris seated himself on Rossa's throne, where the boy's gaze landed the moment his eyes opened, before they widened with horror.
"How?" Igor managed to say.
Boris picked up a knife Rossa had left behind, and began to twirl it around his finger. "I'll ask the questions, boy. And if I don't like the answers…" He threw the knife into the air, and caught it, point down.
Igor swallowed. "What do you want to know?"