~ Delaney's POV ~
One minute, I was enjoying the evening with Rakel, spilling words I never thought I'd say to a guy, the next moment I was running for my life. I hated it, I hated being weak. At that moment, something in me wanted to be let out, I could feel it crawling at my inside for release. I don't know if it's my imagination, as I ran, I felt as if I were one with the wind. My footsteps were lighter, my speed, faster. The more I concentrated on it, I felt I could do a lot more. I felt stronger.
However, my concentration broke when I bumped into someone. My heart skipped seeing the huge muscled with a thick cold face. He jerked me to him before I could run, then pressed a sharp blade to my side. “If you dare scream, you'll die, whore!”
I clammed my mouth shut, It's not like I was planning on screaming, that would only distract Rakel. Recalling his panic gaze when he asked me to run made me bite my inner cheeks, he wasn't scared for himself but
