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

no idea when she would eat good food again,

was about to hoist herself up, the door

crashing onto the floor in jagged

recoiled; her breath caught in her throat as a

A man.

with broad shoulders, and a presence

sharp features shone in the

as coal–unemotional and calculating–cut into hers and

him, a palpable

deadly. Lethal. And he had come for her.

them. She tried to force words out, and still, only

a voice low and menacing, to the extent it sent a shiver down her spine, he

pause. “Long time no

was the most terrifying, voice she had

“Jake’s lost his bloody mind! He can’t be serious about what he’s just

have cracked under the pressure, his fists opening

back him up and get his trust–but now it only felt as if the floor just got taken right from his legs, throwing

have been his strength: believing in family.

to walk all over us. You see what happened today: even with Father still alive, he has completely taken over. And mark my words, John, he will do everything in his power to make

a sharp 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

in whom they had once placed all

made John’s stomach heave.

it lose its urgency. “We need to do something. Now. Before it’s

back to their mother’s was somber and quiet; even Jeremy himself didn’t pipe up much to break that silence, keeping his lips set in

eyes–those red swollen desperate

She found none.

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