Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

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.

she'd barely had a chance to look before another shot rang out. This one ripped through the

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

dare

the wolf sprawled across the glass coffee

Night had fallen completely.

breeze drifted in through the still-open window, ruffling the black curtains that

sounded outside

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

maid set a silver tray on the table and, using tongs, laid out thick

at the food immediately, tearing into it with savage bites, blood dripping onto the table and

such gusto, her own hunger suddenly became impossible to ignore. Her stomach

whole day being menaced by the wolf and forced to stand

kidnappers usually feed their

about her

clearly impossible, and the people here showing no interest in talking to her, Mila decided she

there any

English.

respond. She just stood there with the silver bucket, head bowed, as still and expressionless as

heard, Mila asked again, "Could I please have

the maid said

spoken Italian, so she fumbled through a halting request in broken Italian, hoping for at least a

the maid ignored her once again. Mila

Clearly,

No dinner for her.

maid had cleaned up the blood and removed the tray, the animal curled up again on the cold glass table, let out a loud, satisfied burp, and fixed Mila with a smug