As he approached, her heartbeat grew louder and faster. It reminded her of moments from the past, moments of helplessness and the promises she had made to herself. Promises to escape, to claim her freedom, to disappear.
His face emerged from the darkness, gradually becoming visible in the dim light that seeped in from the dining room.
The fear that had gripped her heart earlier began to dissipate at the first glimpse of him.
But something was off. There had to be something wrong with either her eyes or her mind because Vladimir Perazz had never appeared so frail and worn out before.
He didn't look like himself.
Zarina vividly recalled the first time she had laid eyes on him, a picture of power and arrogance, exuding a menacing aura.
But now, he appeared completely different. The fier
