Maria Anñatasia
An ice-cold breeze whispered secrets through the narrow, cobbled alleys of London, carrying with it the scent of rain and distant regret. *Maria pulled her dark silk skirt tighter around her, her gloved fingers clenching the delicate fabric, a futile attempt to ward off both the physical chill and the persistent anxiety that gnawed at her soul. Her blue eyes, sharp and watchful, scanned every flickering gas lamp, every passing shadow. Escape had bought her time, but not peace. Each day was a tightrope walk over the abyss of her past, a high-level felony she adamantly believed she was innocent of, yet for which the world’s most tenacious agencies hunted her relentlessly. She was a phantom, existing on the fringes, always one step ahead, always one heartbeat away from disaster. The city hummed with life, a vibrant tapestry Maria felt she was merely a thread on, ready to be snipped at any moment. Tonight, however, felt different. A prickle of unease, sharper than usual, traced its way dow
About Maria Anñatasia
An ice-cold breeze whispered secrets through the narrow, cobbled alleys of London, carrying with it the scent of rain and distant regret. *Maria pulled her dark silk skirt tighter around her, her gloved fingers clenching the delicate fabric, a futile attempt to ward off both the physical chill and the persistent anxiety that gnawed at her soul. ...Read more