“How do I get him back?” I whisper in despair, looking at a photo of my ex with some girl.
“Easy! Find someone worthy as a replacement—and he’ll run to you himself, tail between his legs.”
“Where am I supposed to find her?” I bitterly smirk. And Lera raises her eyebrow and gives a hinting glance at where Knyazev is wandering in the hospital corridor, pacing step by step.
I nervously swallow. Maybe he really is the one I need? Rich, mature, influential… And clearly interested in me.
I rush into a relationship with him like into a pool—forgetting completely how dangerous it is to play with feelings. Especially the feelings of those who have unlimited power over you.