LOGINThe cold night air hit Arielle’s skin as soon as they stepped out through the back door.Roman’s grip around her wrist was firm, his fingers wrapped just tight enough to keep her moving across the uneven path behind the house.But Arielle’s mind wasn’t on him.It was on the voice she had heard.The footsteps.The presence that had entered the house.Lucien.Her pulse slammed harder against her ribs.He was here.He came.That realization hit her with a force she hadn’t expected.For one suspended second, Roman kept pulling her forward through the darkness, his attention fixed on the narrow trail ahead.“Keep moving,” he muttered under his breath.Arielle’s eyes flicked toward the faint light spilling from the side of the house.This was her chance.Not later.Now.She twisted sharply.Roman’s fingers tightened instinctively.“Arielle….”But she was faster.With all the force in her body, she yanked her hand free and shoved against his chest.Roman staggered back a step, caught off gua
The words hit fast.“They found the location.”For a split second, the room felt smaller.Like the walls had shifted inward.Arielle’s pulse jumped, but her face didn’t show it. She held Roman’s gaze, watching the change in him carefully.No hesitation now.No confusion.Just sharp, controlled urgency.“How?” she asked, her voice steady despite the tension building in her chest.Roman was already moving and grabbing his keys, scanning the room like he was mentally retracing every step.“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “We don’t have time.”Arielle pushed off the couch slowly, her bare feet silent against the floor.“You said this place was safe.”“It was.”The emphasis made her pause.Was.Her eyes narrowed slightly.“You’ve been here before,” she said, more statement than question.Roman didn’t respond.Which was answer enough.He turned back toward her, his expression set.“We’re leaving. Now.”Arielle didn’t move.Roman frowned slightly. “What are you doing?”She tilted her head just
The silence after her words stretched longer than it should have.Roman stood where he was, shoulders rigid, his eyes fixed on Arielle as though he was trying to decide whether she was bluffing.She wasn’t.Arielle crossed one leg over the other slowly, rubbing the faint red marks on her wrist with deliberate calm. Every movement was controlled, every breath measured.If he expected panic, he would not find it.“What now?” she asked again, lifting her chin slightly. “You brought me here, untied me, and then decided to stare at me?”Roman exhaled sharply through his nose, the corner of his jaw twitching.“You talk too much.”Arielle’s lips curved faintly.“And you don’t talk enough. One of us has to keep the scene alive.”For a brief second, something almost like reluctant amusement flickered across his face.Then it vanished.He turned away from her and walked toward the small bar at the far side of the room, pouring himself a glass of water.Arielle watched him closely.The slight te
The car rolled to a slow deliberate stop.Arielle felt it immediately the difference.Not panic.Not a rushed decision.Roman had meant to come here.Her eyes lifted past the windshield, taking in the quiet stretch of land ahead. A house stood a few meters away, dimly lit, isolated enough to make her chest tighten.No neighbors.No movement.No help.Of course.Beside her, Roman turned off the engine. The silence that followed wasn’t empty it pressed in, thick and heavy, forcing awareness into every breath she took.He didn’t look at her immediately.Instead, he sat there for a second, fingers still resting on the steering wheel, jaw set like he was holding something back.Then he exhaled and finally turned.“We’re here.”Arielle met his gaze without flinching. Her wrists throbbed from the restraint, but her expression didn’t show it.“I figured,” she replied dryly, her eyes flicking briefly toward the house before returning to him. “You don’t drive like that unless you know where you
The silence inside the car didn’t last long.It just felt like it did.Arielle stared at the back of Roman through the windshield, her breathing slow but deliberate now. The initial panic had settled into something sharper.Focus.Her wrists burned where the rope pressed into her skin. She shifted again, slower this time, twisting just enough to test the give.Still tight.But not impossible.She glanced toward the door Roman had stepped out of.Closed.Unlocked?She leaned slightly, shoulder pressing carefully against it.No sound.Good.Her fingers flexed again, feeling for any weakness in the knot.Think.Not fear.Think.Outside, Roman paced a few steps away, phone pressed to his ear.“Yes,” he said quietly, his voice low enough that it didn’t carry clearly. “I know what I’m doing.”A pause.His jaw tightened.“No. This wasn’t part of the plan.”Another pause.Roman’s gaze flicked briefly toward the car.“I said I’ll handle it.”He ended the call abruptly.For a second, he just st
The air inside the car had gone stale.Too quiet.Too still.Arielle shifted slightly against the seat, testing the restraint around her wrists again. The rope scraped against her skin, rough enough to remind her that this wasn’t something she could talk her way out of in one sentence.Not yet.She lifted her eyes slowly.Roman hadn’t moved.Both hands on the steering wheel, even though the engine was off. His shoulders were tense, like he was holding himself in place.Watching him carefully, Arielle spoke.“Why are you doing this?”Roman let out a short breath through his nose.Not quite a laugh.Not quite irritation.“I told you,” he said without looking at her. “I don’t need a reason.”Arielle tilted her head slightly, studying the side of his face.“That’s not true.”His jaw tightened.Still not looking at her.“You think people just wake up and do this for no reason?” she continued, her voice calmer now, softer. “You’re not that reckless.”That got a reaction.Small.But there.H







