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.

over and snatched up a few pieces of yesterday bread from

no idea when she would eat good food again, but for now, survival

to hoist herself up, the door exploded

crashing onto the floor in jagged pieces.

in her throat as a

A man.

man with broad shoulders, and a

sharp features shone in the dim flickering

as coal–unemotional and calculating–cut into hers and pinned

him, a

he had come for her.

trembled, nothing came from them. She tried to force words out, and still, only managed a

low and menacing, to the extent it sent

A slow, deliberate pause. “Long time no seei

terrifying, voice she

voice rising high with urgency. “Jake’s lost his bloody mind! He

so tightly it could have cracked under the pressure, his fists opening and closing, as if he were physically restraining himself from punching a wall or worse,

had spat at him still echoed in his brain. He’d sacrificed his entire existence to back him up and get his trust–but now

that could have been his strength: believing in family. That had

walk all over us. You see what happened today: even with Father still alive, he has completely taken over. And mark my words, John,

to glean some answers from the darkening clouds above. His hands quivered at his sides, his mind whirling with

the brother in whom they had once placed all their trust–was

thought made John’s stomach

voice did not rise, but neither did it lose its urgency. “We

His silence spoke volumes more than any shouted fight, the simmering rage bubbling over. The ride back to their mother’s was somber and quiet; even Jeremy himself didn’t pipe

mother was already awaiting them at the door; her eyes–those red

She found none.

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