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His eyes swept my arms and landed on my finger. He took a menacing step closer. “Where is it?”

I stuttered. “Where … Where is what?”

“Your ring.” He pointed at my finger. “You took it off.”

Oh, no.

Why did he notice? How was I going to tell him that Mark took it off?

“It slipped. On the night of the attack. They tried to ..." I swallowed. “When they took me, it slipped off.”

His eyes said he didn’t believe me. Heck, I wouldn’t have believed me either. I was such a terrible liar. But nothing prepared me for the next words that came out of his mouth.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” The ice in his tone sent shivers down my spine.

“Him? Him, who?”

He yanked me closer. “Tell me the fucking truth, this is instant. He did something to you, didn’t he? He fucking touched you.”

“Logan, let go.” I tugged at my arm, but his grip was too tight. He was frightening and I had never seen him like this before. Like a harmless little puppy that turns into a ferocious lion with the flick of a switch.

“Tell me the truth, Addsion.”

No way. Even if I wanted to, I could not. If his reaction was on this level of violence with his suspicions, what would happen if he knew the truth? I had to protect myself and the life growing inside me.

Tears formed in my eyes. “Let go. You’re hurting me.”

His phone rang in his pocket, and he looked straight at me. “We’ll revisit this,” he said and let me go.

He took his phone out and, the second he glanced at the screen, he freaked out. The anger in his eyes died out and was replaced by fear. The phone disappeared into his back pocket, and he hurried to the closet, pulling out a few clothes, and some documents.

I followed him around the room, clutching my chest to calm my racing heart. I was hoping, waiting for anything that would put me at ease. But nothing came. He grabbed a box and tossed the clothes inside.

“Logans, what’s—”

“We must leave. Now.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, a big explosion came from the front door.

Chapter 15 - Mark

“And suddenly, my future walked away.” – K.

I jumped into the driver’s seat, my heart burning with anticipation as I clutched the steering wheel and felt the leather under my hands. Yuri sat in the passenger seat with a laptop and eyed me suspiciously as he fastened his seatbelt.

The engine purred to life and my foot hit the gas pedal, surging the car forward. My words echoed in my ears.

I didn’t like her.

I accelerated on the open road. The speedometer climbed higher and higher, the numbers blurred into a frenzy, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I plunged into the traffic.

I didn’t like anyone.

With eyebrows raised and jaw clenched, my annoyance was only further fueled by loud honking horns and slow-moving cars. I tapped my fingers, strained my neck, and maneuvered my way through the traffic jam. When we reached the highway, the world around me blurred and I focused solely on reaching our destination.

“At this rate, more people will die today.” Yuri’s baritone broke the silence, and I gave him a quick glance. He didn’t bother to hide his annoyance as he added: “We might even be part of them.”

Thanks to him, we were able to find their location. First in a shitty motel, then in an apartment in the north of the city.