He’d answered me--in both languages, flawlessly. The room seemed to
alternate between dark and light, the floor moving under my feet. I
heard Klara’s voice somewhere in the distance, but could not make out
the words. Are they English, I wondered, or Polish? One thing was for
sure: they weren't Russian.
My arm flailed out behind me, in hopes of finding the bar prior to my
head doing so. Before it happened, I felt fingers wrapping around my
arm. Long fingers, attached to a strong, male hand. I opened my mouth
to scream, unsure whether anything came out. Ice water flooded my body
as I gasped for air and looked up, trying to focus my eyes.