Deak traveled up the stairs, following the figure from his jaded past. His heart pounded as he reached a dark entryway and saw a female silhouette in front of the balcony. Deak moved forward cautiously; he prayed that he was mistaken and that this was all just a dream. Deak kept telling himself to turn around and go back to find Vita. But curiosity was getting the best of him.
Deak stood next to the door and sniffed the air; he caught a whiff of that unforgettable scent.
“Mit csinálsz itt? ( What are you doing here?),” he demanded.
The woman slid her arms back and forth on the top of the barrier before her. “Oh, how I’ve missed hearing that sexy Hungarian accent of yours,” she expressed.
“You should leave. There’s nothing here for you.” Deak snarled as his fists clenched. He couldn’t b
