BOOKTRAILER! Jan, what is it? Nika speaks up. Why did we stop?

My chest tightens to the point of aching when I see a beautiful face and a mop of black hair. As if shell-shocked, I shift my eyes to the sign of the building in which the girl from my past is hiding. I should leave, pretend not to notice, but instead I show Nike to the door. I take her by the hand and lead her to the beauty salon.

"I don't need a stylist, especially in a place like this," she says mockingly.

- And you pretend to be needed.

From one thought that now I will see Alena and look into her eyes, a hot wave runs down my back. A familiar aching feeling in my chest, like a thorn in my heart. It didn't disappear. As, it turns out, the desire to possess.