Escape

NOEL

I did it.

The chains slip free and hit the floor with a dull, metallic clang. The skin of my wrists underneath are raw and tender.

But that’s the last thing that I need to think about, right now.

Blaise.

I slowly shift up from the chair that I was sure that I had been chained to for at least three days. Or maybe it had already been a week. I had no way of telling— there wasn’t a single window in the room to tell day and night apart. Time had just blended into nothingness while I was here. Damian Rouge had only been here once.

And I pray, as I softly rest a trembling hand against the doorknob.

It slides open smoothly when I twist.

He’d underestimated me.

The door swings open, so quietly. It opens to a dark hall. My amber eyes flicker, already too adjusted with the darkness. It’s night. I can tell, with the familiar darkness that had descended all over wherever this place was.

I needed to find Blaise and get the hell out of here.

But where?

And at first, I exp