12
Chloe
Despite downing the full cup of coffee, I fall asleep right after lunch and nap until Nikolai brings me dinner. I think it’s the painkillers that make me so drowsy—that or my brain is using sleep as a way to process the most recent revelations while hiding from the anxiety-inducing unanswered questions.
They kidnapped Slava, stole him from his mother’s family. I suppose I should be shocked, but I’m not. I think I suspected something like that on some level; it was part of the wrongness I was picking up on, that unsettling vibe I kept getting from this family—especially my darkly mesmerizing captor.
I want to condemn his actions, but instead, I can’t help but applaud them. To extricate his son from a potentially abusive situation, Nikolai has completely upended his life, leavin
