Panic rises up inside of me, but I do my best to push it down. She’ll be here soon.
I lean back on the bench, trying to regulate my breathing, but I can feel my heartrate increasing. My palms are sweaty and my head is starting to pound.
I close my eyes. Trying to ground myself. To remind myself where I’m at, that I’m safe, that Lukas is safe. But it’s getting more difficult to swallow and the back of my neck is prickling like someone is standing over my shoulder.
Then I turn around to see that someone is in fact standing over my shoulder.
I scream. People turn to me, shocked by my outburst. I take in a breath to scream again—and then I realize I recognize this creep.
“Gennady?” I reel back from him. “What are you doing here?”
His brows are pinched together. “Holy hell. What’s wrong w
