Arielle's POV
The heavy wooden door of the cabin swung open with a bang, cutting through the silence of the quiet woods. I sat up quickly on the bed, my heart hammering against my ribs as heavy footsteps approached
Victor burst into the bedroom, his eyes wide with panic and his chest heaving. Right behind him was a tall woman with striking, sharp features and unusually pale skin.
"Arielle!" Victor’s voice was laced with pure dread as his gaze swept over me, checking every inch of my body, "Are you alright? What happened?”
I blinked at him, suddenly feeling a wave of guilt. I lowered the small satellite phone onto my lap and offered a small, sheepish smile. "I'm fine, Victor. Nobody found me."
His frantic energy slowly came to a halt. "Then why did you….”
"Because I'm bored out of my
