Chapter 69
CHARLOTTE
M y eyes burn, the weight of exhaustion dragging me under.
I don’t deserve sleep. Not the peaceful kind, anyway.
I should be planning my escape. Calculating every step. But right now?
Nothing.
No plan. No exit. Just silence pressing in.
I heard Declan half an hour ago, doors slamming, boots storming. He’s close. Probably asleep in the next room. I’d be a fool to think there aren’t guards stationed nearby, fingers itching on triggers.
They don’t trust me. None of them do. Not after what happened with Conan.
I’m boxed in.
I need to reach Drago. I need to know my little girl is okay.
The thought alone almost breaks me. I clutch the pillow tighter, as if it can anchor me to something soft in this place that’s all sharp corners and locked doors.
Tomorrow . Tomorrow is a new day.
Maybe Declan will be less furious. Or, Enzo will show up for the notepad.
I always find a way. I’ve survived this long. I can keep going.
As my eyes flutter shut, I can't tell which is worse—my reality or the things that chase me through sleep.