I’m having a full-blown panic attack.
Tears roll down my face as I struggle to breathe, or even move beyond the violent shaking in my limbs. I’m so f*****g scaredand the worst part is, I’m not sure which outcome terrifies me more: getting shot in some streetside attack, getting arrested andthrown in jail, or going back to Martin.
I think I’m gonna throw up.
Someone yanks the back door open.
And the panic swallows me whole.
Demyen and Clara’s story continues in Book 2 of the Zakrevsky Bratva trilogy, SONATA OF LIES.
TO BE CONTINUED
“Clara…”
I can’t breathe.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t breathe.
“Clara.”
A hand presses to my chest. It pulls me into the moment, out of the blurry fog I’m swimming in.
Demyen’s eyes meet mine.
I’m somewhere… Not the squad car. No, I’m in someone else’s
