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Maybe I can at least get to a phone before they catch me.
I push myself all through the morning, stopping only for a five-minute bathroom/drink break around noon. Then I resume my rushed pace, ignoring the burning in my leg muscles and my lungs. By the time the sun is at an early afternoon angle in the sky, I’m forced to slow to a walk. It’s fortunate that I’m hiking down the mountain, or I wouldn’t have lasted this long. Though the trail is wide enough for a car, it seems to have gone unused in recent years, and it’s filled with obstacles I have to navigate around, everything from fallen tree trunks to enormous pot holes and ditches filled with water. It must be because of that landslide Ilya mentioned. I’ll have to go around, through the forest, when I get to that point, but for now, the trail is easier, even with all the obstacles.
Just a little longer, I tell myself as I clamber over another fallen tree and skid down a steep part of the trail, nearly tripping over a rock as I fight to remain upright. Soon, I’ll stop to drink again and eat a snack, but not yet.
I have to get farther before they start searching for me.
I force myself to keep going for another hour, at which point I sink to the ground, exhausted. For the past twenty minutes, I’ve had the unsettling sensation that I’m being followed, but I’m pretty sure I’m just being paranoid.
My captors wouldn’t bother following me; they’d just grab me and bring me back.
Regardless, I carefully inspect my surroundings, ready to jump up and run at any moment. As I’d suspected, though, everything is quiet, the giant cedar trees swaying slightly in the chilly breeze. Relaxing, I unzip my parka and take out the plastic bag I stuffed there. Opening the water bottle, I gulp down what water I have left and then eat the peanuts and the apple I brought with me.
It’s not much, but it will suffice.
Feeling marginally better, I stand up and, for the second time today, jump up with a startled scream.
A gray, pink-faced monkey is staring at me from the trees.
Or more precisely, it’s staring at me and the apple core I left on the ground, its gaze darting between me and the potential food.
I burst out laughing, both at the expression on the monkey’s face and my own reaction. My skin is tingling from the adrenaline surge and my heart is pounding like I just got attacked by a bear, but I’m so relieved I could kiss that little pink face.
A mountain monkey has been stalking me, not a Russian mercenary.
“You can have it,” I tell the monkey, gesturing toward the apple remnants when I’m finally able to stop laughing. “It’s all yours.”
“How generous of you, ptichka,” a familiar voice drawls from behind, and I freeze, my pulse skyrocketing again.
I was wrong not to trust my instincts.
With a sinking feeling, I turn around and face the man I fled from.
Peter Sokolov is leaning against a tree, his sensuous lips curved in a sardonic smile.
16
Peter
Ilya messaged me as soon as Sara left the house, and I told him to follow her. Not because I was worried we’d lose her—Yan added tracking chips to all the shoes he got for her—but because I didn’t want her hiking alone. My little doctor is used to suburban environments, not mountain forests, and I didn’t want to risk her getting hurt. I was already on the way back, so as soon as Anton dropped me off, I followed the GPS signal from Sara’s boots. It took me only an hour to catch up to Ilya, and then I took over the job of tracking Sara—my favorite pastime in recent months.
“How did you find me?” she asks, recovering from the shock of seeing me. Her voice is strained and a touch breathless, but she holds her chin high, facing me without flinching. “How long were you following me?”
“Since late morning,” I say, straightening away from the tree. “You have more endurance than I thought. I would’ve expected you to take a break long before now.”
Her hazel eyes narrow. “Is that why you let me get this far? To show me how weak I am and how fast you can catch me?”
“No, ptichka.” I come toward her. “To show you something else.”
She takes a step back, then stands her ground, likely figuring it’s pointless to run. And it is. I would catch her in a heartbeat. And then I would punish her, as the monster inside me demands.
I would ensure she never ran from me again.
It takes all my willpower to suppress that urge, to keep from giving in to that dark desire. It makes perfect sense for Sara to attempt her escape, to try to return to the life she’s always known. She wouldn’t be who she is if she didn’t try, and I know that. I accept it—rationally, at least.
