18. Run Away

Kanya's POV

My back immediately froze as if the sharpness of an ice cube had hit it. The voice came from behind, and a gust of wind caressed my hair from the direction of the sound.

My breath was still short. I felt an intense pressure squeezed my lungs, not letting oxygen get into them and causing me to force my mouth to breathe.

“Still want to run away?”

The voice was getting closer to my sense of hearing, but there were no footsteps that accompanied the sound. The man’s voice sounded deep and not Eros’s — the man was still fast asleep in his apartment room at this time.

“W-w-who?” I asked haltingly yet daring to look back.

If my feet can move, then I’ve run to the door of my apartment, which is only a few steps away. It’s in front of my eyes, but instead, my body froze and couldn’t move. Maybe it was the fear of a