The cold breeze of the night continued to shudder her body but it could not shiver that fear Cyra's heart had been feeling at that moment by seeing that pernicious calmness in his cerulean eyes. That serene smile remained intact on his face, even though he knew he was pushing both of them on that treacherous edge of losing their lives but none of this could fade that repose look on his face and this told her what kind of menacing insanity he possessed inside him.
“Give that phone to me, Ms. Merciez,” she heard him saying to her. His hand tightly gripped her wrist which caused more tears to roll down from her eyes. How could someone be this crazy? He was playing with both of their lives just to make her lose, even if that loss involved losing their own lives?
Cyra refused to give up to hi
