Chapter 42

"Who are you?" she asked calmly as she looked him in the face. He narrowed his eyes at her and she could feel the cold steel pressing gently against her neck. She could only wait until her blood could roll down the sharpened knife. Was he planning to kill her here and leave her? Or was he planning to take her away? Suddenly, everything was getting a bit blurry. She could recognize this scene. Being taken away and dragged to a corner. Her heart knew she was in danger and that there was a huge possibility that she would die on the cold floor. Realizing her death was near, Anastasia could not focus on anything else. She wanted badly to get away but there was no way she could with his steady grip and determined gaze. She focused on his dirty hands and at his face. His eyes seemed familiar all of a sudden. She was sure she had seen them before. Could it be he was the man who tried to take her away before? The one everyone had warned her about. Was it him? "An old friend," he answered with a