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Sharply she turned around—

And found herself staring straight into Sergej’s face.

Chapter 46

Some Promises Were Meant to Be Broken

Evin

Her heart stopped. And then—It slammed back into motion.

“Evin.” His voice was low.

But she felt it like a whisper of something dark wrapping around her throat.

Sergej's presence was suffocating, his grip—cold. Unyielding.

Her body froze and for a second everything else ceased to exist.

Just him.

The nightmare she had sworn she would never see again.

He pulled her forward without another word, leading her into a small side room, the door closing softly behind them.

Panic flashed through Evin, sharp and electric, as the space around her suddenly felt too small.

Her pulse thundered in her ears.

For a brief moment, she was back in that night, trapped in his shadow.

But then, she dug her nails into her palm, grounding herself in the present. Immediately, she yanked her arm free and stepped back.

“What are you doing?” Her voice came out louder than she had intended.

Her gaze flickered between him and the closed door.

Sergej's stance was tense.

His face looked drawn—older somehow. The usual smugness stripped away, replaced by something tight and unreadable.

“I could ask you the same thing. Why are you even here? Trying to provoke me?”

His voice was quiet. Almost too quiet.

But his words cut like glass.

Evin felt anger rise in her, a burning wave pushing aside the icy grip of fear.

"Provoke you?" She let out a short, humorless laugh. "You're the one who dragged me in here. What do you want?"

He was silent for a moment, running a hand through his dark hair. His smirk had a desperate edge to it. "You know, I thought you'd be over all this by now. You're strong, smart. But instead, you're here, staring at me like I'm some kind of monster."

Monster.The word echoed in her head. Yes, that’s exactly what he was. But something in his expression was different—there was no confidence like before. Instead, she saw something unexpected. Nervousness. A flicker of uncertainty.

"Because you are one," Evin hissed, lifting her chin. "And if you think I’ll ever forget what you did, you’re wrong."

His smirk faded. For a moment, something else flickered in his eyes—was it fear? He shook his head, his usual sarcasm laced with unease. "You haven’t told anyone, have you? Evin, I mean… I know you’re mad. But you haven’t said anything. Otherwise, I’d be in handcuffs by now."

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