Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 190

Chapter 190

Annie jolted awake at the sound of relentless pounding against her door. Her breath hitched in her throat; her body went rigid with fear.

No! no! no! no! Not yet! Her heart pounded loudly in her ears as she rummaged through the dimly lit room. Shadows were jumping around cracked walls and playing into her paranoia. She’d hidden so well, covering up her tracks so carefully, and yet, somehow they had outsmarted her.

Her fingers clamped over her mouth, stifling the panicked breaths threatening to betray her.

The knocking grew louder, more insistent. It was aggressive. Determined.

They were coming for her.

Heart hammering, she threw off the thin sheet and scrambled out of bed.

With trembling hands, she snatched her scattered clothes off the floor and yanked them on.

There was no time to waste. She had to get out–now.

Her mind raced with escape plans, but none seemed viable.

The door had been her only way out, and that was no longer an option.

And suddenly, it clicked.

The window!

She whirled toward it and flung aside the curtains.

The drop wasn’t too high–if she jumped and landed right, she could run, disappear again before they caught her.

a few pieces of yesterday bread from the bedside table and jammed them

would eat good food again, but for now, survival was all

was about to hoist herself up, the door exploded off its

crashing onto the

throat as a towering

A man.

man with broad shoulders, and a

sharp features shone in the

eyes, dark as coal–unemotional and calculating–cut into hers and pinned her

him, a palpable weight

was deadly. Lethal. And he had come for her.

force words out, and

menacing, to the extent it sent a shiver down her

pause. “Long time

terrifying, voice

with urgency. “Jake’s lost his bloody mind! He can’t be serious about what

have cracked under the pressure, his fists opening and closing, as if he

spat at him still echoed in his brain. He’d sacrificed his entire existence to back him up and get his trust–but now it only felt as if the

could have been his strength: believing in family. That had shattered, the

Jake continue to walk all over us. You see what happened today: even with Father

to glean some answers from the

be so that Jake–their very brother growing up, the brother in whom they had once placed all

made

did not rise, but neither did it lose its urgency. “We need to do something. Now. Before it’s too late.”

the simmering rage bubbling over. The ride back to their mother’s

mother was already awaiting them at the door; her eyes–those red swollen desperate eyes–looked well in their faces for some amount of

She found none.

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