Zoya
The morning light sneaked in through the sheer curtains, but the air inside remained as tense as the night before. Zoya stirred under the soft, unfamiliar sheets, her lashes fluttering open to find herself alone in that massive room. Her heart beat a little slower, her breathing steadier, but her instincts still screamed.
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