Ivana let out the breath she had been holding for over fifteen minutes of her encounter with Mrs Sara's eldest son, she slowly dropped the knife, her eyes landed on her wrist, he had held her tightly, even at that she could not get over the tingling sensation his mere touch had sent through her, it felt familiar, the sensation, the low voice. Ivana quickly brushed off the thought, she checked the kitchen for the last time, turned off the light and headed to her room, on getting to her room, she looked at the door opposite hers which she had already known to be occupied by Mrs Sara's eldest...