CHAPTER 8
NIKOLAI ZORIN
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I didn't really sleep much. I couldn't. All I could do was stare down at Blair as she slept, her body tucked into my side still wrapped up in a blanket to cover her body. My stomach has been churning all night.
Even the thought of someone taking a knife to her skin, carving out those vile words whilst she cried out for help. How could someone do that to her? I shake my head to rid myself of these awful thoughts before I start tearing down this house in desperation to find these fuckers.
I meant what I said. I'm going to find them. One way or another and I'll make them beg for mercy, for their lives, for their goddamn mothers.
My eyes flick across Blair's peaceful sleeping face. It's the morning as the light has started to seep into the room behind my black-
