Chapter 39 THIRTY NINE

ANYA'S POV.

The tires shrieked like banshees as the driver took a hard turn, almost sending me smashing against the window.

Even though the realisation that we were leaving came with some sort of relief, my eyes were still wide staring at Sergei.

"Wh- why are we going back?"

He pocketed his phon...

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