C6 CHAPTER 6

“What are you doing, Ivan? Back off.” There were threads of fear in her speech. My brain was telling me to stop moving, but my body moved until I had pinned her to the wall. Our faces were inches apart, and she shut her eyes and shouted:

“If you touch me, Ivan, I’ll tell my father, and he will make sure to gut you with a cutlass!”

I placed my hands on the wall, slightly above her shoulders