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.

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

good food again, but for now,

to hoist herself up, the door exploded off its hinges.

into the air, crashing onto the floor

her breath caught in her throat as a towering figure stepped through

A man.

and a presence

in the dim

dark as coal–unemotional and calculating–cut into hers and pinned her in place.

seeped off him, a palpable weight of dominance.

Lethal. And he had

tried to force words out,

the extent it

deliberate pause. “Long time no

the most terrifying, voice she had ever heard.

lost his bloody mind! He can’t be

the pressure, his fists opening and closing, as if he were physically restraining himself from punching a wall or

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 floor just got taken

the one thing that could have been his strength: believing in family. That had shattered, the wreckage slicing deeper than any physical

what happened today: even with Father

breath and flung his head back towards the sky, as if to glean some answers from the darkening clouds above. His hands quivered at his sides, his mind

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

thought made

urgency. “We need to do something.

seat. His silence spoke volumes more than any shouted fight, the simmering rage bubbling over. The ride back to their

them at the door; her eyes–those red swollen desperate eyes–looked well

She found none.

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