29 - Natalya.

“I feel sick,” I say to myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

Azira wanted to get ready with me for the winter formal, but I told her I needed time alone. It’s true. I don’t even want to go to this godforsaken dance.

Not to mention, Alexander gave me strict instructions to meet him in the ruins alone an hour before the dance.

My stomach churns like cement in a mixer and I’m glad I ate nothing at dinner. I was too fucking nervous. Alexander is going to take my virginity tonight, and there’s nothing I can do to change it. Not unless I want to put my entire family in harm’s way.

A nagging sensation claws at my chest. It’s been bothering me for a while now. There’s a part of me that wants to lose my virginity to him, even if that is insane to admit. I’ve never felt passion like it when he kisses me or touches me. It’s enough to send my world off kilter, and yet I should feel nothing but blinding hate for the guy.

I glance at my watch, groaning when I see it’s five minutes to sev