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“Isla!”
Trapping the sob between my lips, I run to the doors and fly through them, welcoming the frigid air slapping me on my cheek and sinking coldness into every bone in my body.
An owl hoots in the distance as the powerful boom shakes the sky lit by a thousand stars shining brightly, announcing the upcoming storm when dark clouds start to gather, and a tremor rushes through me.
Even Mother Nature seems to be on their side and never mine. Isn’t that just tragic?
The moonlight glows in all its magnificent glory, opening up the enormous garden to my view and all the ways to get lost in it. Maybe I can even find solace between the thick trees with long, dangling leaves brushing the ground almost inviting me to find sanctuary among them and hide me from him.
My feet burn, and I’ll probably have blisters for days. However, I ignore my hurt, focusing only on one goal in mind.
To escape from this prison so I still have a chance because anything is better than being trapped here with him even if the world thinks otherwise.
“Isla!” A seductive yet sinister voice calls my name this time around, sending chills down my spine and breaking goose bumps on my skin.
He’s here.
My hold on the cloth tightens as desperation fills every cell in my body, and I bite on my lip to keep the cry of pain from emerging when one of my heels breaks, making me stumble a little.
I slip them off quickly and dart to the side, my eyes roaming through the perimeter and searching for a better place to escape.
I race toward the endless path leading to the massive gates, and the empty road is my only hope now to catch someone’s attention and finally end this once and for all.
“Isla!” he calls again, the heavy thumping behind me letting me know he’s chasing after me, intending to catch his latest pray and smear me in blood.
I reach the ground, rocks flying under my feet and digging into my skin probably drawing blood, but I don’t stop.
For stopping means death to my soul, and how can I give up without a fight?
I’m stubborn and strong, and I’d rather die trying to escape than succumb to him.
“There is no escape from me, kitten!”
Shaking my head, I gasp while tears form in my eyes at the prospect of being caught, the images painted in my head each more depressing than the other.
Laughter bubbles up in my throat when the gates are several feet away, and I almost sigh in relief despite my exhaustion when three men step from under the shadows into full light.
Halting my movements, I curl my toes into the asphalt as I watch them.
Santiago flips the lighter between his fingers while Remi puts a cigarette in his mouth and leans closer to let him light it, both seemingly bored with the whole thing and barely even sparing me a glance.
And only one of them drills his green eyes into me, his blond hair caressed by the wind, and disgusting shivers wash over me as nothing but hate fills them.
Florian despises me for running away, and he makes no secret of that if his earlier threats are anything to go by.
Finally snapping out of my shock, I spin around, ready to find another way, only to come to a full stop when I see him walking toward me wearing black jeans and rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt, emphasizing his muscled body and the deep veins on his forearms.
Dark hair covers his scarred cheek as his brown eyes sweep their gaze over me, possessiveness coating them. He comes closer, and with each step, the drumming of my heart intensifies. “Kitten, I think someone gave you the wrong directions.” His lips curve into a sinister smile while his eyes stay hollow, and fury practically emits from him, enveloping me while whispering about the retribution for my actions in the future. “The church is that way.” Finally, he reaches me, the tips of his shoes touching my bare toes, and a gasp slips from my throat when he threads his fingers in my hair, several pins dropping around us while he pulls me to him, our chests bumping against each other’s and our gazes clashing. “Willing or not, kitten. Willing or not, tonight you will become my wife. After all, isn’t this what you wanted?”
I close my eyes at the sheer mockery in his tone, my fingers crumpling his shirt in my hold. The events from the past few months flash in my head like an endless kaleidoscope, not letting me rest.
No.
I never wanted this.
I guess I have no one but myself to blame, though.
After all, all my choices led me to this moment.
