Reader’s POV
With each passing minute, Atina’s nerves were fraying as she paced about like someone was going to walk through the door the next minute and fire a bullet right into her head.
The cabin walls felt like they were closing in and each creak of the floorboards she made by stepping on it with fright, sounded louder.
“Dammit! What am I going to do now?" She muttered, hands folded together and her eyes darting to the door every few seconds.
The moment she began to hear the sound of approaching footsteps in the hallway, she rushed towards the window but instead of Ruslan walking through the door to put an end to her life, Slade did.
Taking a deep breath, she made her way back into the middle of the room while Slade strolled in like a man returning from a quiet evening stroll.
He was wiping his hands with a cloth stained from whatever or whoever he had just handled.
Biting her lower lips, Atina kept staring and the moment he threw the rag on the table, she flinched and as if
