Arielle’s POVA few hours ago, I was nothing more than Sergei’s hidden journal, but now armed men had stormed a mansion looking for it. People have lost their lives just for this journal even the underground facility had gone into lockdown. It has become obvious that somebody somewhere has been tracking its every movement.Whatever this book might have contained is bigger than Sergie my father, Viktor or maybe all of us.Nadia started moving towards a rusted metal cabinet tucked under the communications console. She knelt down, sliding open the lowest drawer.Instead of seeing files, the console contained sealed emergency supplies, consisting of flashlights, medical kits, bottled water and battery packs.“You can sit down,” She urged me, handing me a small first-aid pouch.“I’m fine, you don’t need to worry about me.” I said, refusing the offer.“No. You are pretending to be.” She glanced at the blood running down the side of my face.Though I wanted to argue but I had to sit on an o
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