Inna
A 'bang!' reverberated throughout the room. My head snapped to the left to see that the bay window I'd grown to love so much was wide open.
Its glass panes repeatedly smashed against the stone exterior of the house with each harsh gust of wind, surprising me that they weren't at least cracked from how violent the blows were.
A pile of freshly fallen snow was growing by the second on the window seat and atop its pillows, having been blown in by the groaning, unforgiving air. Clumps of flakes had already begun melting on the floor into puddles big enough for birds to wash themselves in.
Hurriedly, I ripped the bedcovers off my body and shivered when the cold air met my skin, especially my still very irritated mind.
Still shaken by that night's night events, my whole mind felt unbalanced and unstable, nearly causing my knees to crumple to the ground when I put my whole weight on them.
The bottom of my feet protested as I forced them to move across the freezing wooden floors, my toes curling in discomfort when I snapped the window closed;
I grabbed the necklace that was hung on the bedside before I started to remember the events of the time night- it came like a rainfall.
How my heart started racing under the effect of Sin's words. How my cheeks burned from the fire I got inside me and the heat between my tights. It was hectic for my heart; The heart that I managed to freeze years ago but now it burned because of him, or should I say thanks to him?
My stomach growled.
But for now, I needed to eat something, or I would be six feet under this mansion buried because of my lack of food.
Taking a deep breath, I wore my jeans and my short black cardigan and walked out of the room. It was the perfect chance to try to get out but I had to remind myself that I was going to meet him.
Just when I was about to descend the staircase, I heard two thick voices from a room nearby followed by a gunshot- and that made me eventually follow the source of the sound
Two men, one old and the other young stood at the center of the room speaking in Russian. It was more like arguing, to be honest. Stepping into Sin's wide-open office, I took a look at the surroundings, everyone was there even Olga; checking the man Mikhail yelled at.
There stood two men I'd never seen before.
"What the hell are you doing here!" Mikhail shouted signaling the attention of one of the men inside the room. This one had chocolate skin, all his features screamed that he was a womanizer, from his tall height to his broad shoulders, the neck sleeve he was wearing didn't succeed in hiding some ink sprawled on his beautiful skin. He looked familiar somehow.
Sin looked at my face which was bare as usual, while his hair pulled up into an untidy bun. Suddenly I wanted to brush his hair and braid it for him.
He looked down at my rag t-shirts, making my chest rise and fall with every soft, graceful intake of breath eyeing coldly the strangers in the room;
"Nothing is happening!" Mikhail said while hissing at the sudden hit he got from Kaito, the stranger from the ball, now that I had a look at him without the mask he was wearing at the ball.
The one who was with Camel at the ball.
What the hell was he doing here, shock, and amazement were painted on my face were they here to have my head on a silver plate to the Russians? There was even another Asian time, I was sure that I saw him that night, but I couldn't remember whom-
