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31. Different

We’re on the way to the mountains and I can barely believe that I’ve tagged along. There are times when I seriously doubt my decision. It’s clear that they’ve been doing this for a long time as a family and I feel like I have no place here. It’s hard for me to join in on their conversations and most of the time, I don’t want to. However, every time I look out the window and take in the scenery, I realize I’m glad I’ve come. We’ve only ever been to a trip like this once, and I was much younger at the time. Dad just never had time and my mother didn’t like such trips. I remember her complaining the whole time and I guess he decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. I never forgot it, though, and now I’m reminded of that trip. Although it’ll be painfully awkward with the Makárovs, I’ll endure it. There’s no driver today; it’s just the four of us. Igor is on the wheel, Ivan is on the passenger’s seat, and Anastasia is seated beside me. She hasn’t said a word to me since we got in the car a

32. Too Close

As promised, I’m ready in thirty minutes. There’s an animated chatter coming from downstairs so I know that the guests have arrived. I take a deep breath before going downstairs and entering the kitchen, where everyone is standing and talking. Igor is the first to catch my eye. I watch him appraise me before making his way to my side. There are butterflies in my stomach, for some reason. Perhaps it’s a fight or flight reaction to watching him walk toward me. “I want to introduce you to them,” he tells me before taking my hand and taking me to the kitchen. He drops it as soon as we reach the group, so I don’t have to do it, but I see Anastasia’s eyes on us before he does, and when she looks at my face, I can’t help but feel embarrassed. “This is Clara,” Igor introduces. “My fiancée.”The guests consist of an elderly couple and a younger man who is the spitting image of the older one. I assume that they’re a family and that the young man is their son. The woman steps forward and pl

33. Night Visitor

I’m shocked to see him standing there. “Mason?”“I couldn’t sleep,” he tells me. “I thought I’d come here to check on you and see if you were up for a talk.”I have a terrible feeling about this. I don’t think it would be right to let him into my room this late at night. When he catches my facial expression, he says, “I’m sorry. That was stupid of me. I shouldn’t have come.” He pauses and then adds, “There are just times when I get so sick of not having anyone to talk to. You’re the first person who’s talked to me with genuine interest in a long time.”“Oh,” I say before lowering my eyes. “I should go,” he tells me. “I’m sorry for disturbing you. Good night, Clara.”“You could come in for a few minutes,” I say as he turns his back to me. I regret the words as soon as they leave my lips but there’s no taking them back. “I’d really appreciate that,” he says before walking past me. I close the door and turn around to face him. I haven’t closed the blinds yet—I was planning on sleeping

34. Heated

My face remains warm throughout the hike. When I imagined it, I thought we’d split up or something. I’d try to avoid Igor and actually enjoy the day. However, things are quite different. We’re all in one big group and walking in the same direction. Anastasia is in the lead and Ivan is behind her with Mason’s parents, and I’m behind them with Igor. I’m walking ahead of him but it doesn’t help that I can feel his eyes on the back of my head, drilling holes in me. This situation is getting out of hand and I don’t know what to do anymore. I wish things could go back to being what they were because it was easier that way. Faking politeness wasn’t at all necessary, and we didn’t have to act like we got along. The problem is that I can’t even avoid him or be cold to him because it’ll be without reason and I’ll seem like the crazy one. I don’t want to have to look bad because of him, and so we’ll keep playing this game until he breaks character. So far, it feels like it will never happen

35. Interference

We start exploring the mountain and things seem to be going alright.Mason has decided to leave me alone, which is a great relief because I’m honestly getting sick and tired of him. The words he uttered are still with me, sticking to my brain like glue. Just when I thought Igor might not…oh, what am I saying? Of course he’s just as bad as I’ve always thought he is. I’m just allowing myself to be fooled by his words. I’m an idiot. But there’s a voice in the back of my mind asking me if I’m even sure that Mason is telling the truth. Why would he lie, though? Why would he make all of this up? Why run the risk of my telling Igor about all this?I have so many questions. I won’t confront him about them, though. I’m convinced that the best thing I can do is let this be; I’ll just act like I never heard a thing and try to enjoy the hike. The weather is lovely and I’m glad to be outside. It makes me feel free. Mason, however, has other plans in mind. I’m mostly by myself, so I’m not bein

36. The Storm

Mason and his parents arrive and leave in under thirty minutes. They’ve gathered their things and now, they’re gone. I have to say it’s a relief that they’re gone—I can barely believe that the whole thing happened. It has the quality of a bad dream, one I’m glad to be awake from. I haven’t seen Igor yet. He’s in his room and hasn’t come down at all. There’s a strange feeling in the air and I don’t know how to describe it or even get around it. It’s suffocating. Ivan prepares us a snack since we all agree that we aren’t that hungry. As we eat, we hear thunder rumbling in the distance. The grayness in the sky was a clear indicator but I honestly thought that it was Igor’s terrible mood that made the air so…stifling. I wouldn’t say that Ivan and Anastasia are too concerned about his pointed absence but they’re definitely ill at ease. In my opinion, things could’ve been much worse with Mason. When we disperse, I go up to my room. I open one of the little windows on the side, letting

37. Motel

Nobody says a word until we’re far away from the house. I’m in a permanent state of disbelief. I can’t believe that happened—not at all. It feels like a nightmare I haven’t woken up from. Those people tried to kill us. They destroyed the whole house doing so. I didn’t think of it before but now I’m wondering if this has anything at all to do with my family. Could it be that this is yet another attempt at setting me free? If so, then they’ve done a poor job of it and if Igor finds out it was them, I don’t think he will let it slide. For the first time ever, I’m hoping this didn’t have anything to do with them. Rain is pouring all around us, making it hard for us to see. I don’t even know how Ivan is driving—it must be a miracle that we didn’t crash into a tree. Anastasia has her shirt up and she’s inspecting a wound on her abdomen. It doesn’t look deep but the weight of it crusted with dried and dark blood makes me queasy. She’s hisses when she tries to flex her muscles there and t

38. Closer

I'm being shaken and when I look up, I see the face of one of those masked fallen men in the kitchen. I part my lips to scream but he places his strong hand on my face, muffling the sound. I stare at the dark and lifeless eyes for the longest time, feeling my heart beat fast with fear and dread. I try to scream louder for help but no sound comes out now. It feels like my voice has been ripped from my throat by him. Something warm and wet drips onto my face. There's a hole on his forehead now and it's oozing blood. It's dripping right into my face, pouring down on me like rain with every second that passes. I become more frantic and start using my hands to push him away from me and defend myself.He tilts his head to the side and then says my name. "Clara."I keep pushing him away until I'm thrown into reality, where I'm actually pushing Igor away. He's staring at me with wide eyes and he's holding my arms. "Clara," he says, "are you alright?"I sit up slowly and glance around the r

39. Back to Normal

I can hardly believe that we're back, safe and sound. I was so terrified that we would be ambushed in some way. I couldn't stop looking around, heart in my throat. I wasn't the only one who was vigilant; all of them were. They kept looking around and around nonstop until we reached the city center. Even then, I didn't feel safe. Anything could happen. But now we're here and the weekend feels like a nightmare I've finally woken up from. Hubert is happy to see us but he notices that something is amiss. It's only natural; we're all wearing clothes from nearest shop Anastasia could find and we didn't bring any luggage with us. It was all left behind. Who would have thought to pack anything while we were under attack?"Hubert," Igor says as he walks past him. "Run Miss Clara a warm bath, will you?"With that, he disappears upstairs, and both Anastasia and Ivan follow him. Hubert has a little surprised smile on his face as he says, "I'll assume that the weekend went somewhat well.""You

40. A Dance

“Everyone,” he says as soon as we near the group. “I’d like to introduce my fiancée, Clara Morelli.”I get the looks again, which makes me feel uncomfortable and take back what I said earlier about not being ogled. It makes me resent him a little for putting me on the spot like this. “A pleasure to meet you,” a man says. I don’t know if I should stare at him and acknowledge what he said or simply ignore it. I choose to ignore and shrug it off as something casual that doesn’t need to be reciprocated. “Hubert,” Igor says to him behind me, “thank you for bringing her. You can enjoy your night now. At ease.”“Thank you, Mr. Makárov.”Igor glances at me. As if on cue, I feel my face tingling. He leans closer to me and says, “Thank you for coming.”“I don’t recall you giving me a choice.”“You always have a choice,” he answers. “Besides, I said this was a dinner I didn’t want you to miss. I didn’t say you were obligated to come.”I grit my teeth. What’s he trying to do here exactly? I sa

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