Volkov looked at the pale-faced Ariel whose legs had given out the instant he called her.Ariel sat weakly on the floor, different waves of emotion washing over her with no idea which one to feel.

Shock, fear, anger, disbelief, or how stupid she felt at the moment.

The one thing she was running away from—was the same thing she's been running along with.

Ariel's breath trembled. ‘ Is this…real?’ she asked in her mind, then she remembered she touched him, she held his hand, she trusted ...