Chapter 31

**Vivian's POV**

My father taught me a few tricks other than using pepper spray. I rush out of there before they can gather their wits back. I run fast, not looking back this time but continuing to hear their hurried footsteps as they chase after me.

My ears are ringing with the adrenaline pumping through my veins, my knees feel weak, and my legs stiffen with the rush of dread. I keep running until I reach the end of the street where there is light.

I look back at them, finding the two drunkards still behind me and this time when I trip, I don't go falling. I crash into a hard chest instead that smells familiar and all the oxygen that left my lungs returns when I look up, seeing Nikolay's face looming over me.

His expression is grim, concentrated on the men behind me. He stares at them like he would end them. His hands, firm and strong, pull me to his chest, hiding my face against his hard torso while he keeps glaring at them.

The men have halted. They exchange looks before turning