Popov isn’t fooled. But the thought of hurting her more than I already have…I don’t know if I can.
Day 35ONCE AGAIN, PASSING out from exhaustion allows me to forget where I am. But when I wake, it doesn’t take me long to remember the nightmare that has been my life for the past thirty-five days.
I haven’t seen Saint or Aleksei since they left this room. Others have brought me food and water, and uncuffed me so I could use the bathroom, but it’s clear I’m to remain handcuffed to this bed until further instruction from Aleksei.
The clock on the bedside table reads just after 7 a.m. I wonder what the day holds and how close we are to Russia. The thought of reaching my final destination turns my stomach, but it’s the lesser of two evils.
Being stuck on this yacht with Aleksei and his men i
