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Natasha
I really need a piece of chocolate. Or a whole barrel-full. My adrenals are tanking from the stress, and I’m shaky all over and running on empty.
“Natasha, we’ll have a word with you now.” Ravil tips his head toward the inner door of the lab.
Maxim follows him out.
For a moment, I can’t move as ice-cold fear grips my throat, making it hard to breathe. Those dry sobs that hit me earlier in the vehicle return, and I stumble toward the door nearly hyperventilating.
Dima comes up to me from behind and catches my nape with a firm grip. “Hey.”
I can’t look at him. I know he hates me. Ravil hates me. I have no idea what they’re going to do to me, but it can’t be good.
“Hey,” Dima repeats with more authority. “Look at me,” he says in a low voice, meant only for my ears.
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