Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Six

Dimitri

I sat in the darkness, waiting.

Petrov had said one week. It had been four days.

Three more days until he reached me.

But could I survive that long?

The cold was getting worse. The hunger was unbearable.

They had not fed me since I was thrown in here.

I was slowly dying. I could feel it.

My body was shutting down. Bit by bit.

"Boss!" Petrov's voice came through the wall. "Are you there?"

I tapped weakly. Yes.

"Good!" Petrov said. "I am getting close! Maybe two more days!"

Two days. Could I last two more days?

I tapped again. Trying to sound...