Chapter seven

As the hours ticked by, I found myself trapped in Anatol's study with only one thing on my mind - Saint. The memory of his hands tightening around my neck lingered, causing a knot of revulsion to form in my stomach.

Despite his violent grip, he hadn't actually harmed me...yet.

The question of whether he would prove to be a better captor than Viktor, or a worse one, weighed heavily on my mind, making me tense with apprehension.

For as long as I can remember, I have yearned for the bittersweet taste of freedom. The kind that fills your lungs with the crisp scent of adventure and ignites a burning desire to chase after whatever sets your soul ablaze. It is an insatiable thirst that follows me everywhere I go, urging me to run away from this life and never look back.

A new world awaits me in a far-off corner of the universe, beckoning me with promises of simplicity and serenity. A place where I can shed my old skin and take on a new identity, one that speaks to the very core of my being