It’s been a long time since I’ve posted, and I don’t promise to be regular yet. I’m deep in survival mode, but I’m surviving. I hope to post great news soon.
The shrill beep of the security alarm shattered the quiet of Elena’s office, mere moments before an explosion rocked through the walls and open door. Elena dove under her desk, coughing as dust and the heavy scent of burning rubber filled the air around her. The lights cut out just as the fire alarm began to repeat itself, the warm glow of a fire brightening.
Her lungs burned, and she strained to steady her breathing, to think through her next move. The crunch of heavy boots matched the pounding of the blood in her ear and that never-ending alarm. Her fingers gripped around the closest weapon she could find.
The point of the steel pen was bent and twisted from her landing. Her only attack wouldn’t be clean, but it was her only chance. She just needed to take one down and steal his gun, then she could be on more equal grounds.
She’d been trained for this by her father.
Footsteps rushed into the room, pausing only briefly. Elena inhaled shakily, staying quiet, as she prepared for the intruder to clear the room, checking behind her desk. Each footfall only tightened the tension through her body, and she sprang from under the desk as soon as she could see the full boot in her view.
A firm hand caught her wrist just before the pen stabbed into his neck, and their eyes met.
Familiar ice blue eyes glare at her through his mask.
Collin Volkov. Fiance. Pakhan.
Her executioner.
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