CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE

Irina's POV 

Tears would not stop falling.

They streamed down my face like hot rivers, blurring my vision.

My chest heaved with sobs that I could not control.

"He never saved me," I whispered to myself through my tears. "It was all in my head. All of it was my imagination."

My hands shook violently as I reached for the IV needle in my arm.

I had to get out of here. I had to find out where I really was and know if truly all of this was my imagination.

The needle was taped down securely but I picked at the edges desperately with trembling fingers.

"Come...