Page 78 of Sinful Lord

With a terrified whimper, I fall away from the window, landing on my overturned canvas. I hear a rip, but that hardly matters.

Blood rushes to my ears as I scramble back to my bed and pick up my phone.

He’s here! Tytus! Please come back! He’s fucking here!

The email is hastily written, and I wish I could call and tell him to hurry back, but it’s the best I can do.

I hit send and turn back to the window. From this angle, I can’t see through the opening.

Part of me expects to get an immediate response.

I’m not so lucky.

The harsh truth sets in quickly enough.

I’m on my own.

Again.

Fuck. So much for the safety Tytus promised me.

It was all a trick.

Still, I can’t help but pleadingly look up to the vent where I know his camera is hidden.

Please, Tytus. I need you, I silently beg.

Even if I’m starting to hate your guts.

Obviously I get no response.

Fear swirls with anger and disappointment as I turn away from the hidden camera and try to gather myself. A flurry of deep breaths allow me to fight back the terror enough to get on my feet.

But when I dare return to the window and cautiously glance through the opening in my curtains, I’m met with an even more horrifying sight than before.

The figure is gone.

My head snaps around. I look at the sad state of my door. Shit. There’s no protection here. No safety. No real warmth.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Flashbacks of that cold dark night in the snow pound at me as I scramble over to my dresser. My chest burns. Fear blurs my vision.

Still, I manage to rip open the drawers, and with frantic desperation, I start to gather all the warm clothes I can find.

I need to change. And quick. It’s cold and dark and lonely outside, but every instinct in me is screaming the exact same thing.

Run.

17

Tytus

“How did you find me?” I ask, keeping my hands glued to the back of my skull as the fearsome Maksim Smolov leads me around a corner down the street. “Did Yasha sell me out again?”

“She had no idea I was tailing her,” Maksim grunts.

But I don’t buy it.