Chapter 163 One-hundred & Sixty-three
- Maria
- As I crouch behind the tapestry, I listen intently for any signs of movement. The sound of footsteps comes nearer, and I hold my breath, praying they'll keep going. For a moment, it seems like they have, but then I hear a low chuckle.
- The voice says something in Russian, taunting me as its owner searches. My heart leaps to my throat. Bitter fear fills my mouth as my breath quickens.