s**t. s**t. s**t.
My breath is stuck in my throat, and I stand there, frozen, my wide eyes staring down at the pot lying on the floor. The whole place is silent, so silent that I’m able to hear the pounding of my heart over the roaring of my pulse in my ears.
I can’t move.
I will my legs to move. My mind screams at my body to move, to get away from whatever situation I’ve just put myself in, but no part of me obeys. They all disobey, limbs locked in fear.
This mole is going to kill me if he finds me here. He literally said he’d kill Yuri if he found him, so, of course, he’ll do the same to me without even blinking an eye.
I need to go. Go to Dmitry or Kirill. Go to anyone, and tell them what I’ve just heard.
I am still unable to move.
“I said who the f**k is there?” I am instantly s
