Jan's POV
I jumped out of bed in a rage, forgetting that I couldn't see. I staggered, but held myself up, only squeezing my eyes tighter. My hands clenched into fists, betraying my nervousness.
“Who the hell is Timothy?”
“And what the hell is Moscow like?” — But I didn't ask out loud.
It was more important to find out who else she was running away with this time.
What am I talking about?
