Alora’s POV
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white as I sped down the empty road. The dark forest blurred past my windows, and the pounding rhythm of the music I blasted drowned out my racing thoughts.
I knew I had taken Rune by surprise, leaving him no time to react. He wouldn't realize I was gone until I was far beyond his reach. I had made sure of that.
Each beat of the song matched the thud of my heart, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I had been meticulous, waiting for the perfect moment when his guard was down.
Slipping away undetected had taken every ounce of my cunning and courage, but now, with the wind rushing through the cracked window and freedom within my grasp, I felt a fleeting sense of triumph.
My mind flashed back to the house I had just left, Rune’s looming presence and the constant dread that hung over me. But now, for the first time in years, I felt a sliver of hope.
The headlights of my car cut through the night, guiding me toward
