ance. Apparently, everyone has known about

race of hesitation, I head for the stairs where I know his office is. I'm m

s out there just waiting for someone to pounce on?" I recognize the

lly open door wouldn't be that wrong, would it? I've never exactl

door and press my ear against the wall, letti

rs. You have a Luna picked out, correct?" I recognize

the gag squirming to escape my throat. At the mention of my name, I feel the color dr

t no longer. I'll have the wedding moved up to Thursday. Since there's no mate bond to bind you,

e door on impulse. There's no way I can stand out there and silently listen to my

mbed black hair. The other pair are a darker blue and belong to his father, whose once inky b

be hard to beat. One thing is for certain, and it's that he's used to looking down on people, not vice versa. He shoots m

times I've mouthed off to him and seen the consequences. But kee

ace. He can't possibly think that he can force me into this. Can he? He's held contr

than lets out a

re past this. I can give you everything you want! Who turns down the title

throw a tantrum if he didn't get his dessert. Or the one who threatened to hav

, feeling a growl starting to rumble deep in my chest. He's always thought of himself as roy

nce thick in the air around him. "She'll do whatever I say." He sits back down in his chair, leaning

hate that voice, that tone. I hate it with all of my being and I alwa

, my hands curling into

osely together. "Then you'll be locked up again. You wouldn't w

to the bone. It's as if I can already feel the frigid

k there, not to that hellhole. Though if he's serious about this, then I'm more

llenge, yet on the inside I feel like breaking down,

sparkling with a twisted a

this. I kn

t rushes to my cheeks at the fact that he c

't be ha

f reality, reassuring me that this isn't a nightmare. "That should be

ent and I'm still the one who has

t without knocking a potted plant off a nearby table first. The sound of the

mumble unde

surprises me that he doesn't let h

, but instead I decide to voice my true feelings.

him. My eyes lock with his, shoo

d I hope and pray that one day comes when your rotting and bloated body is foun

r. I mean every single word of what I say and my tone is more

g to throw me back underground for not holding my tongue. I slam the door behind m

n told, I head straight to one of the many smalls cabins in

s flooded with natural lighting from the giant window that my bed is

it. Forget

Except this time, I can't pus

h four days. Four days left of freedom. Fou

ght, I remember what Natha

suppose to takeover when he's out there

what does that have to do with him nee