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“Fine. We’ll leave.” He starts toward the doorway, murmuring something to Tobias along the way before he disappears down the hall.
I don’t drag my gaze from my tormentor. I don’t quit praying for him to strike. Not even when Luca’s intense stare remains potent in my periphery.
I ignore the jagged seed of hope he planted under my skin. I fight to claw myself back to stability as I blink the heat from my eyes.
Maybe if I hadn’t been here so long I could fall heavily into the fantasy of Luca being my savior. Back then I would’ve done anything, given anything for a warrior to haul me out of this nightmare.
But I’ve learned the hard way that there’s no escape from this hell. And my reality is only cemented in place when Luca follows after Cole, leaving me alone with a little boy who betrayed me and a vicious man who I know is more disgusted in my show of weakness than my rebellion.