Small Ghost Smile.
NATASHA'S POV:-
The next time I opened my eyes, I didn't feel that bad. My head was not spinning. My vision was not blurry. I sat up on the bed. Looking around, I remembered that room. And I remembered everything I heard him say in that room. He looked like a mad man. I remembered his tone and his words. I remembered that look in his eyes. For the first time in my life, I was scared. I crawled out of the bed and walked toward the door.
My hand was on the doorknob while my mind was debating whether I should try the doorknob or not. Flashes of him pulling me back into that room made me shiver. I shook my head, trying to shake off that uneasy feeling I had inside of my chest.
"He is just a stupid politician who can't save his own ass. I am a detective who made
