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Climbing to her feet, she groaned, her face twisting with pain as her fingers came back from her head bloody. “You did this to me.” Her hoarse words echoed through the bathroom.
“Then you better let me go,” I said, hardening my voice.
“I’ve underestimated you, but that’s fine…I can change plans and leave you here to rot.”
It hit me what she meant, and terror gripped me.
On her feet, she pushed her foot against the edge of my seat and shoved me deeper back into the bathroom. “Have fun, Rune.”
She flicked off the lights and slammed the door shut, the click of the lock sounding.
“Fuck you. Let me out!” I yelled, then kept on screaming, hoping someone would hear me.
I didn’t know how much time had passed, or how long I remained on the bathroom floor, still tied to the chair on my side. But I was crying. My arm I leaned on had gone numb, and no amount of screaming had brought back the psycho woman. I passed in and out of consciousness, still alone every time I woke up.
Darkness swallowed me and I might as well have been trapped in my own mind, because I couldn’t see a thing.
When the door did finally open, I tensed all over, expecting the worst. Light poured through the doorway, and I blinked at the figure standing there. When I tried to talk, only a groan came out of me, my throat raspy.
My vision slowly returned with the light, and there was a man standing in front of me.
“Help,” I croaked, and he came towards me. Strong arms lifted me off the floor and set the chair upright. I almost cried from the pain eased off my arm.
“I’m going to get you out, my moon.” He started to cut me loose from the ties, and then I did cry, out of pure relief that I wasn’t going to die in that bathroom.
His voice sounded familiar, but with the bathroom still remaining dark, I couldn't see his face properly. “Do I know you?”
“I sure hope so, since I’m your fated mate,” he murmured, wrapping me up in his powerful arms and carrying me out of the room. “We need to go before she returns.”
Fated mate? There was a memory there, but it felt out of reach…just like all the others. “How did you get past the crazy fae woman?”
“I snuck in when she left,” he answered as sunlight poured over my savior’s face, and I lost my breath.
He was incredibly beautiful, with messy hair around his face that added to his rugged appearance. Smooth olive skin, and something forbidden flashing across his dark eyes.
I couldn’t look away, couldn’t do anything but stare at him…inhale his features. I had the crazy urge to reach out and trace my fingers over his sexy lips, to close the distance between us and bite down on those lips. I had no idea where those thoughts came from, but this man was crazily handsome. Heat flushed over my skin as his entire presence swallowed up all of my attention. Those broad shoulders, sculptured chest, corded muscles on the curve of his neck and shoulders.
He must be aware of the effect he had on me by the way his smile curled upward.
The longer I stared at him, the more snippets of my memory slipped forward, and I suddenly remembered him.
“Alistair?” His name streamed from my lips, memories of the party I’d last seen him pouring through my mind. I barely knew him, but I did recall his kindness to me, the way he grinned at me like only I existed.
“What are you doing here? How’d you find me?” I breathed, awe in my chest that he’d come to rescue me. Who did that? Heroes, white knights? Rich millionaires in romance movies?
“Hush now.” He placed me on my feet, cupping my face, studying me like he was searching for injuries.
I kept blinking at him, trying to shake off that surreal feeling. I reached for his face. My fingers tenderly ran over his cheek. “Thank you for coming for me. Now, please take me with you. Don’t leave me here, please.” My fingers curled around his, a faint flutter of fear in my chest that she’d return any moment and find us both.
Alistair didn’t say another word, but took my hand in his, and we moved quickly through the house, emerging out in a front yard with an overgrown lawn, weeds, and a once white-picket fence rotten and half fallen over.
There was a second when Alistair stilled and turned his head towards me, staring at me like he was going to say something, like a million thoughts whirled behind his gaze.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, grasping onto his hand, grateful beyond words that he’d been the one to come rescue me. Maybe he’d also be able to help me gain my memories back.
“Do you believe in second chances?” he asked.
I shrugged because I’d never given such things any thought. “I guess.”
