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His gaze locks on mine, and I swear I feel the cold kiss of my impending death.
Out of all the pictures I’ve studied, his has haunted me the most.
Haunted me so bad I’ve had daily, reoccurring nightmares about him.
I don’t know why out of all the men he’s the one I find most frightening.
Maybe it’s the eyes… those intense eyes that burn with something that’s somehow both feral and calculating.
Those eyes that are burning into me right now.
Jude finally frees the cleaver with a hard yank and a spurt of blood.
But I don’t stick around to see if he brings it down again.
Stumbling away from the doorway, my stomach lurching, I make a run for it.
I’m dead.
So fucking dead.
Fearing Jude is right behind me with that bloody cleaver in his hand, I trip my way out the door.
I’m so panicked, so distraught, I can’t think straight.
All I can think is—I need to get the fuck out of here.
I can’t die, not yet.
Abel needs me.
Heart racing faster than my legs can carry me thanks to my stupid heels, I stumble down the hallway.
Nearly twisting and breaking my ankles by the time I reach the end.
Knowing I won’t be able to make it across the club to grab all my stuff out of my locker without getting caught, I make a beeline for the closest emergency exit.
Unfortunately, the moment I push the metal bar to open the door an alarm starts to blare overhead.
Someone must have fixed it recently…
Shit.
Cursing my luck and my stupid decisions, I stumble outside.
The alley behind the club is dark and unlit. The shadows from the taller neighboring buildings blocking out most of the moonlight.
I start to head towards the street then think better of it. I don’t want to come out in front of the club and risk being spotted.
Deciding to follow the alley a couple of blocks, I slap my hand against the wall. Using it as an anchor as I continue to trip and stumble in these stupid heels.
Heels that were definitely not made for running down dark alleys in the middle of the night.
When a small hole in the broken cobblestone nearly takes out my ankle, I decide the heels have to go. I refuse to die over these stupid shoes.
Leaning against the building beside the club, I reach down and slide the heel off.
As if Fate has decided I’m the one it really wants to fuck with tonight, the second I slide my shoe off the back door to the club opens.
