Chapter 62
GEORGIA'S POV
Whether it was pure disgust or genuine hatred, I couldn't stand the sight of his face. I'd grown to prefer the house when it was just Nikolaj and me. The thought of enduring three more years of this felt like a life sentence; the few months I'd already served felt like decades.
Time moved with agonizing slowness. Seeing Jaime walk back through those doors made me wish he'd stayed away forever and that Nikolaj hadn't had to leave. Was he going to resume his psychological warfare? I needed a way to shield myself. Maybe I should start carrying a taser.
There was no way to predict when he might snap again or try to force himself on me like he'd attempted in his office.
"Nobody is happy he's back," Hanna whispered, and I ran a tired hand through my hair.
"Why would they be? The man is a lunatic," I replied, tearing my gaze away from the balcony and retreating into my room.
I threw open my wardrobe and dialed Natalia.
