Zoya’s P.O.V
I awoke at the sound of the door being opened forcefully. The knob jiggled and shook until it eventually gave way, and a hand shot out from the other side of the hole where the door knob once had been, and the door swung upon easily at the intruder's insistence.
When I finally opened my eyes, the initial drowsiness fading into alarm, I found the once-wounded man standing alive and well in my room. What's more (and worse) was that he was completely naked again, after having discarded the dust cloth I used to cover him with, and if his boldness was anything to go by, it seemed that he did not mind being so bare in front of a stranger.
“Who are you?” he demanded. “How did you come to this cabin and why are you here in the first place?”
Taken aback by the sudden attack and bar
