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Another gunshot rang out, sending shockwaves through the crowd and panic continued to ensue. Now I was truly scared, and as I ran toward the back staircase, Spectre appeared, seizing that opportunity to reach for me. I was too shocked to say anything, and with a forceful grip, he guided me away from the dance floor, deftly navigating through the frantic crowd.
“What are you doing?” Fear engulfed me as he led me toward an exit door.
"Trust me," he whispered into my ear, his voice a mixture of reassurance and command.
“No. No he’ll…he’ll kill me.” The exit loomed ahead, and the chaos closed around me. Serge’s furious shouts radiated through the club, a symphony of rage that pushed Spectre to break out into a run.
My eyes darted nervously between Spectre and the chaos behind me. I felt a strange sense of entrapment and freedom, like a caged bird with clipped wings that had found an unexpected savior.
We burst into the cool night air, the chaotic sounds of the club fading into the distance. His grip on my arm remained firm, a silent understanding that I had no say in the matter.
My mind went to the darkest places, knowing that Serge’s cruelty could reach over depths of hell. He’d literally defeated the devil. But beneath all the fear, there was a strange sense of safety at knowing that Spectre was here. He hadn’t left me.
What was I doing with this man? I barely knew him, or how dangerous he could be. Could I really trust someone in my life other than myself?
Serge Bastien's enraged cries lingered in the air, and I stole a glance at Spectre whose determination scared me.
17
RAVEN
“Where are you taking me?” I tried pulling away from his grip on my hand, but he only pulled me deeper down the dark alley.
“Far away from here.” I stumbled, grabbing onto his wrist as he continued in his determined stride.
“This is crazy, you can’t just drag me off into the night like this?”
“Why not?”
His question gave me pause. It was a question I asked myself time and time again.
Fear, I whispered to myself, but I couldn’t say the word out loud, not to him. “Because he’ll find us.”
“Not if you’re with me.” His grip tightened, and when he looked at me his eyes held a steely resolve that made me nervous.
“This is insane, Spectre!” I tried to pull out of his grasp again, when he suddenly whirled around, gripping me by the shoulder. The intensity in his eyes made me shiver.
“You need to trust in me, little bird.”
The air seemed to still, and for a moment, the only sound was the distant hum of the city, and the murmur of people walking by, beyond the alley.
"Why should I trust you?" I retorted, frustration now mingling with that inane fear. "I don't even know you.”
“Is that how you feel?”
“You left me once before…”
“It was only a few days, little bird.” He caressed my cheek so tenderly, my heart nearly made me cry out.
“It felt like an eternity.”
He pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m sorry, little bird. I never meant for it to have taken this long. But I needed to make sure I could protect you. Trust is earned, I get that. But right now, I'm the only chance you've got."
His words rang true, and the gravity of the situation started to sink in. "What do you mean, the only chance?"
His jaw clenched, and instead of responding he turned and continued to pull me toward his motorcycle.
"Get on," Liam ordered, his voice low and commanding.
