Mina could not sleep; her anxiety was too high to close her eyes and all she could think about was returning to President Lee. He had his flaws, but they were not as bad as she once believed. Real evil was the half-dressed man who was standing in front of her with a bottle of liquor and a gun to her face.
"How did you get in here?" He asked with a slur.
"Leal let me in." Mina pulled the sheet wrapped around her closer. She felt as though the sight of her torn shirt underneath would trigger Nael into throwing her off the ship as well.
"And he didn't tell me?"
"You were busy," Mina replied with a red face, and Nael smirked, taking a deep sip from the bottle before pressing his gun against her forehead.
