Yaroslava's POV
I stood there looking at my pale reflection in the mirror. I didn't hear the front door open. Furthermore, I didn't hear Davina's footsteps. I caught the luscious scent of lavender, and then I was mercilessly turned around and pushed back against the wall.
“Hello, darling,” the brunette giggled, increasing the pressure of her hand on my neck.
Even if I wanted to say something to her, it wouldn't come out. The air in my lungs was quickly running out. And she wasn't expecting an answer, either.
“What did Jan like about you? You're just an ordinary person,” she reasoned aloud, her eyes searching my face with contempt. “You're so pri
