“Hello, Wild one,” a voice speaks from the far corner of the room.
It’s dark here, but I know who is talking.
“Why did you put on this circus with kidnapping? You don’t have the strength to win, so you decided to act with your bandit methods?” I say confidently, even viciously — though who would know how badly my insides are shaking.
“The Snow Queen,” I hear a smile in his voice, and I see her right in front of my eyes. He always does that to me.
“You’ll be better off if you let me go, Black Morrow,” I tell him.
“Too late, Nika. I won’t let you out of here,” Black Morrow rises from his place and steps into the light. His head is lowered, and a snarl plays on his lips.
“You’re mine, Wild Nika.” ***
“I just wanted to rest on New Year’s. Alone. But I never made it to the place. More precisely, I got there — not to the right place, and not to the right person. He wants me, and I… I’m not for a bandit.”