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P.O.V Angelina
I observed him, captivated by his sparse words, capturing a mental snapshot as he turned to me, illuminated by the perfect sunlight. His intense, probing stare ignited a warmth within me, gradually enveloping my entire being, weaving its way irreversibly into my essence.
"How do you know so much about cars?" I asked him as we walked side-by-side. The sun was a sweltering weight against my skin, and I pulled my ponytail off the back of my sticky neck.
"My dad had an obsession with them," was all he said.
Wouldn't doubt it.
"Angelina! Angelina!" Vera's urgent voice echoed through the room, her persistent knocks reverberating against the bedroom door.
Nicolas had left around an hour ago, and I ended up staying in the room.
Approaching the door, Vera burst into the room.
"Vera, what's wr-"
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Her words echoed, tears welling up in her eyes, repeating the apology like a broken record.
Approaching her, I gently placed my hands on her shoulders. "What's the matter," I repeated, mirroring her concern.
"They're going to kill Viktor," she gasped, her words heavy with guilt. "And it's all my fault."
My heart lurched, freezing in a moment of dread as the weight of her confession sank in.
"I never said a word about Viktor to them, I never told them about him." I retorted with a chill in my voice, my hands falling away from her shoulders.
A tumult of emotions surged within me, a tempest of anger, sorrow, betrayal, and fear swirling through my being, overwhelming me in a storm of conflicting feelings.
"I'm so sorry, Angelina," she whispered, her voice trembling with regret. "I told them."
The room fell into a hush, Vera's sobs fading, the gentle breeze stilled, all engulfed by silence. In a surge of alarm, I dashed out of the room, my heart pounding in my chest, and my legs moved on its own.
Somehow I knew exactly where I was going, it's the same place I was when they first bought me here, the basement.
Panic coursed through my veins, a chilling fear gripping me tight. I couldn't bear the thought of losing him; he was more than a friend, he was my closest companion, my confidant, my guardian. He couldn't slip away like this; I had to do something to save him.
As I reached the basement, my eyes caught sight of two guards stationed at the entrance. Ignoring their presence, I ran past them, the echoes of their shouts fading into the background as I dashed forward with determination.
I reached the door, my heart pounding in my chest with adrenaline-fueled urgency. Without a moment's hesitation, I flung it open with a force far beyond what was necessary.
