I pat his wrist, my eyes begging him to let me go. “Ki…rill…”
“Who the f**k is he, Aleksandra?”
His voice booms in my ears. It’s the first time I’ve ever heard this angry, frightening tone that could crumble mountains.
Tears rim my eyes, and I’m not sure if it’s because of the way he yelled at me or the fact that I’m suffocating.
Just when I think I’ll lose consciousness, Kirill releases me. I stumble to the ground, coughing and massaging the handprints he left on my throat.
My shoulder hits the wall, and I’m thankful for the support as I topple over and nearly throw up from all the coughing.
When I’m calmer and breathing more easily, I stare at the monster standing over me. His eyes are a raging color that resembles a stormy sea that’s out to drown me.
“I’m going to need a name.”
