BREA POV
He led me to his room. Then pushed me into the red high chair at the corner of it, with an order not to move.
My eyes followed his movement, his earlier words ringing in my head. I watched him enter the bathroom, and then he turned on the tap, drowning me out.
I took a deep breath and made myself relax into the chair before closing my eyes and breathing in and out deeply.
Nicolai was serious about keeping me with him, so that meant that in the meantime, he wasn't going to kill me- yet I still feared his unpredictability.
But he had been right in his assumptions when he said I was already considering staying with him- smug bastard. But did I really want to stay or not? Then again, Was there really anything waiting for me back home? Thinking about it- deeply - made the idea of
