“Had a nice nap, printsessa?”
My head snaps to the side. “You.”
A man steps out of the shadows. No, not a man—that man. The man with the eyepatch.
“Me.” He gestures theatrically towards himself. “I’m so touched you remember.”
How could I ever forget?
The memory of his hands on me sends a shiver down my spine. My heart starts pounding, remembering how it felt to be held bythose vicious arms, trapped without any chance of escape. The cold grip of chloroform, seeping slowly into me, turning mybody into dead weight.
Dead. That’s what I should be now, right? Dead, buried, a corpse to throw at Yulian’s feet. Because that’s what this is about,isn’t it?
Yulian. I should be furious with him for dragging me into his s**t again. For putting me and my kid in danger, again, even afterI’ve walked
