“Nix!” a voice yells a second time from the edge of the woods. “Run!” As soon as I hear my name just that way, called in that deep voice, my heart pounds against my ribs. “Maxim?” I look around, frantically searching the tangle of wild bushes and trees. And then I see him. Running toward us, a gun extended, aimed.
🙃🙃🙃 of course it’s him
