Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 386

Go back?

Mila froze on the steps leading up from the first floor, locking eyes with the blond man standing below her. After a tense moment, she tried speaking English, her voice shaky.

“You…”

Bang!

Before she could finish, another gunshot rang out. The bullet struck the wooden banister beside her, splintering it into sharp fragments that peppered her face and arms, leaving her skin stinging.

She shrank back instinctively, but stopped herself just in time.

She could feel thick, hot fur pressing against her calves—the wolf was right behind her.

That did it. She was trapped.

There was a gun pointing at her from the front, and the man was clearly forcing her to back up. But behind her was the wolf, and she didn't dare make a wrong move. She stayed rooted to the spot until the blond man raised his gun, aiming it directly at her head. His warning this time was unmistakable.

She didn’t have a choice.

Mila took another hesitant step backward, bumping into the wolf again. The animal was heavy and solid, blocking her way, and she didn’t dare push harder.

Then—

A sharp whistle echoed through the hall, casual and almost mocking.

At the sound, the wolf moved aside, finally giving her room.

Mila’s gaze darted toward the hall, but she’d barely had a chance to look before another shot rang out. This one ripped through the hem of her dress, close enough to her leg that she could feel the heat of the bullet as it passed.

Not daring to look back again, she retreated, step by step, until she’d returned to the previous landing. She could hear the wolf padding behind her, following her right into the room she’d come from. There wasn’t even time to close the door—it was inside with her before she could react.

She didn’t dare shut it now.

Hugging her knees, Mila curled up on the sofa, staring at the wolf sprawled across the glass coffee table. She couldn’t let her guard down for a second.

Night had fallen completely.

The cool sea breeze drifted in through the still-open window, ruffling the black curtains that swayed gently in the moonlight.

Then, footsteps sounded outside the door.

A blonde, blue-eyed maid entered, carrying a silver bucket. She switched on the lights, and Mila saw the wolf’s eyes flash as it leapt from the table, golden gaze fixed on the approaching maid.

The maid set a silver tray on the table and, using tongs, laid out thick slabs of raw, marbled meat.

The wolf lunged at the food immediately, tearing into it with savage bites, blood dripping onto the table and filling the room with a metallic tang.

The smell turned Mila’s stomach, yet, after watching the wolf eat with such gusto, her own hunger suddenly became impossible to ignore. Her stomach rumbled embarrassingly loudly.

She’d spent the whole day being menaced by the wolf and forced to stand for hours, all without a single bite to eat. She was exhausted and starving.

Don’t kidnappers usually feed their victims?