“Let her go,” Sacha demands, and Dmitri releases me.
I cough and bring my hand to my throat. It burns and I feel so lightheaded I just might faint.
With a cruel laugh Dmitri looks at Sacha and shakes his head.
“Get her in the car,” he orders and walks out.
Sacha takes me and I grip on to his hands, allowing the tears to fall.
“You’re going to be okay,” he assures me.
All I can do is look at him. I don’t know how he can say that to me. As I look at him, I realize he must have known this would happen too, but there’s only so much he can do.
He ushers me back to the car.
Dmitri is already sitting in the back waiting for me.
While Sacha starts up the car, I turn away from Dmitri only to be met with the chilling sensation I’ve been experiencing for the last few days that someone is watching me.
I feel it again … so strong I can almost touch it.
I’m always paranoid. Always, but this is different.
As I glance out the window, I see a car off in the distance when we take the corner. We’re far away and moving further, but I’m sure I’ve seen that car before.
At work? Near work? Near home? I’m not sure. I just know I’ve seen it.
My tears blur my vision, and it’s too far to see who’s inside the car, but I can make out a vague figure and I’m sure they’re watching me.
In fact, I know it.
Anyone who’s watching me would only be doing so if they knew me. And if they know me then they’ll only know me because of my father.
There are so many monsters. Too many and in every corner.
Which one is it this time?
Who is watching me?
Who would be foolish enough or, brave enough, to go against Mortimer Viggo?
Maybe it’s the devil himself.