Hevan
My heart pounds as I glance toward the door again.
Elizabeth brought me a glass of water ten minutes ago, and normally, I’m left alone now for at least an hour.
There was no guard on the door this morning, which means Azrael’s threat of killing someone because of me won’t stand.
Just the thought of him sends a wave of trepidation through my veins for no reason other than I know I will miss him if I make it out of here.
I’m holding the glass so tightly it cuts into my hand, but I refuse to acknowledge it, hoping I don’t have to use it but also willing to if necessary.
With a deep breath, I rise from the sofa and throw the blanket off me.
Am I completely insane for trying this?
I’m barefoot and naked beneath his shirt, with no clue as to where I am and how far away we are from civilization. His guards surround the mansion; each of them armed and dangerous.
But if I don’t try to escape, I will always question myself and the life I could have had. What scares me more than anything is what will happen to me when Azrael is finished with me?
Will he put me in one of his clubs? Or worse, one of the auctions?
That’s a risk far greater than this one.
One I’m unwilling to take.
After taking another look around the room, I brace my shoulders. “It’s now or never.” Then I head toward the door and into the unknown.
The moment I grasp the door handle, a rush of sorrow washes over me.
He created all of this for me, and I’m leaving it behind.
Leaving him behind.
I’ll never witness his dark orbs flare with awe again.
I step through the door and into the dark corridor, and I’m momentarily stunned to find it empty. My heart pounds, and my blood rushes around my body in pulsating waves that have me swaying. My chest squeezes, and I rub at it, hoping to ease the pain, but it doesn’t help.
Oh shit, this is it.
I’m leaving.
Leaving him.