Page 11 of The Harbinger
Sacha’s face remained stolid, but the curiosity in his tone sent shivers down my spine.
He exhaled through his nose. “Tell me what you remember.”
“I, um.” I looked down at my toes as a rolling bump struck the bottom of the plane like rocks on a road. A squeal ripped from my throat, and I reached for him, my fingers wrapping around his hard biceps, his suit soft and silky—contrasting with the man beneath it.
Sacha grabbed my wrists and pulled me from him, shucking my hands to the side with disdain.
“I’m sorry.”
One, two, threeflicks.
I pulled my towel tighter and swallowed as I walked around him, grabbing the shorts off the floor. Why couldn’t cocaine last longer? Why couldn’t I be riding my high right now instead of the unknown? Maybe then I’d be able to take whatever came next with a smile.
“The only thing I remember is—”
Sacha swiped my shorts from my grasp and tossed them to the side. “We’ll get you some fresh clothes when we stop.”
“But…” My mouth hung open as I pictured those men staring at my almost naked body. “I can’t go out there in a towel. Your men will see me.”
Sacha raised a brow and tilted his head. “You won’t be the first woman they’ve seen naked.”
Bile pooled at the back of my throat, causing my molars to throb.
“When we stop in Alaska to refuel, we’ll get you some clothes.”
My stomach pitched.
Alaska?
The sputtering canter in my chest picked up pace as a wave of heat prickled my skin. Somehow, between the cocaine and Ivan’s icy grip on my arm shoving me around, it hadn’t occurred to me before, but if I left the state, I’d never find out the truth. Just how far did he plan on taking me, and would he ever bring me back?
“Where are you taking me?”
“Russia.Moscow.”
I pressed my hand to my stomach and stared at the pristine toilet while rubbing my tongue against the roof of my mouth.
Russia? A whole other country?
Tears pricked my eyes, my hand shaking as I held the towel tight. Didn’t you need passports and things to cross borders?
“But…”
Sacha gripped my shoulder and moved me out of the bathroom toward the main cabin, where four sets of hungry male eyes slid in my direction.
My skin tightened across my scalp as a sickening twist of my gut gripped me.
He’d brought me thousands of feet into the air in an airplane full of criminal men. If he wanted to, he could let them have their way with me, and there would be no one to stop them but an escape hatch and a few minutes fall to my death.
I turned on my heel, my heart racing in my chest as I ran into Sacha, his scent woodsy with an earthy aroma and a light spice.
“Now’s not the time to act innocent.”
I ran my gaze up his black button-down shirt until I collided with a darkening glare. “But what if I am…innocent?”
Sacha’s stone features buckled for a moment, then settled back into its molding. “Well, that just won’t do,milaya.”
“My name ismee-yah. Notmee-luh.”