Where is Viv?

I stayed quiet as I sat in the backseat of the police car as it drove to the police station. There was pain in my wrists because of the cuffs and I put my head down as I cried because I didn’t want them to see me crying.

Where was Nikolai when I needed him the most?

When the car came to a stop, I wiped my face on my shoulder before keeping my head up. I wasn’t going to falter because if I did, they were going to prey on my weakness and never let me go.

A police officer pulled me out of the car by my arm, using a little too much force than required. I glared at him making him gentler with how he was treating me. He took me inside the station and placed me on one of the seats.

I waited as he wrote some things on a register before pulling me up again and taking me to the interrogation room. I sat there with my hands in front of me at the table. It reminded me of the first time I had been arrested.

For some sick reason, I laughed a little. Did these men really think that they were going t