Alina pov
The dinner was held near the tennis area. I could barely hold myself as I looked at my mother, who was busy talking with Emma’s mother.
“Mother, I am going to the washroom,” I said. She nodded without looking up, and I walked away.
The familiar corridors felt endless, their noise fading with every step. My heart pounded faster in my chest. I didn’t want to go—but I couldn’t say no to him. I knew he was a man of his word. If I refused, he would come for me himself, dragging me away without caring who saw, without caring about anyone at all.
I took a deep breath and stepped inside the washroom. The lights were on but it was empty. Too empty.
“Looking for me," I froze.
I turned around and saw him standing there watching me, like a predator looking at his prey. His eyes w
