Nicholas’ breathing grows heavy, and his eyes turn darker with every word out of my mouth.
“While I was dying on the ground, Père dragged me back to the boiler room and locked me inside. I don’t know how long I was there, but I was sure I was dying. I could only see a pool of blood growing around my unmoving body. When I woke up, I was at the hospital. Père paid someone at the hospital to change my records from battery to attempted suicide. He killed one of the doctors who tried to help me.”
I look into Nicholas’s cold eyes, trying to convey the actual danger we’re in, “Can’t you see, Nicholas? Père will never let me go. I don’t know why he didn’t kill you, but I’m sure he will this time. There’s no escaping him.”
Nicholas clenches his jaw and asks, “How did you escape him then, Chérie?
