After two whole weeks, Lily was finally released from the hospital.Standing outside, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, smiling as she drew in the fresh air. Everything was finally over.The realization brought a bright smile to her lips and she could almost feel her baby flutter within her, as if sharing in her relief.Her moment of relief was cut short as a car pulled up at the curb, sleek and familiar. The door opened and Thomas stepped out, his face lighting up when he saw her.“Litte flower,” he said warmly, walking toward her with a bouquet of pale pink roses in hand. Without hesitation, he pulled her into a hug. “Congratulations on your release.”Lily melted into the hug, hugging him back with a soft chuckle. “It’s about damn time, don't you think?”She glared playfully at him as they pulled back.“Two whole weeks in a hospital, over a sprained ankle, isn't that considered overkill?” “Overkill or not,” Thomas started without missing a beat. “Your well-being and safe
The scent of antiseptic hung faintly in the air, mingling with the soft hum of the hospital’s fluorescent lights. A week had passed since the night Viktor met his end—the night where all her fear and worry finally seized.Lily sat by the window, her gaze drifting beyond the glass to where the sun was setting, painting the horizon in strokes of gold and lavender. The world looked peaceful—so peacefully detached from everything she’d endured—that she could almost pretend none of it had happened. Almost.The quiet was broken by the sound of the door opening. She turned, and there was Aaron—steady as always, his presence like an anchor in the storm that had been her life. He carried a small paper bag of fruit, the corner of his lips lifting when their eyes met.“You’re staring out that window again,” he pointed out, placing the bag on the bedside table before leaning in to press a soft kiss against her forehead. “How are you feeling today?”“Better,” She said with a small smile, shifting
For a heartbeat, Lily couldn't bring herself to move. Her chest heaved, her lungs burned from the sprint that had just been abruptly interrupted. The metallic scent of blood mingled with the dust of the abandoned building, thick in her throat. But none of that mattered to her, not when Viktor towered in front of her like a gate stopping her from freedom.Why did he have to be here? Why wasn't he with those other men?Her brain ran a thousand miles a second, questions formulating faster than she could answer them.But just as quickly, she pulled herself together, realizing that wasn't what she needed to do now. Her eyes darted toward the hallway behind Viktor—if she could just make it past him, just get around that corner—As if reading her mind, Viktor stepped sideways, blocking her vision of the hallway. His eyes zoned in on her with knowing glint. “You actually thought you could run from me?”Lily’s pulse stuttered, but she forced herself to lift her chin, meeting his gaze with ev
The shattering sound filled the room the moment Lily banged her head against the glass. Pain bloomed hot and sharp by her temple, stars briefly appeared in her vision and she staggered backward, gaining her footing before she stumbled to the floor.“Fuck,” she cursed under her breath. Compared to how she'd prepared herself for the pain mentally, this was on a whole other level. A dull throb in her temple made her groan, warm, sticky trickles slid down her head where glass had cut her, but she didn’t stop—not when survival pressed against her chest like a second heartbeat. Without wasting another second, she moved, legs tangling with the chair still lashed to her, and tried dropping to her knees, desperate to get hold of one piece of glass that could cut through the ropes biting into her wrists.Instead, she fell hard, a jagged shard embedding itself into her knee. A hiss of pain escaped her lips before she could clamp her mouth shut, and then came the slip of a cry, raw and sharp.
Lily wasn't sure how long she'd been out. But when she came to, it felt as though she was dragging herself out of deep, black water.Her head throbbed. Each pulse felt like a subtle hammer blow behind her eyes. Her ears rang with a thin, high sound, like an old kettle whistling somewhere in the distance. Everything else—sound, smell, sensation—all felt muffled and far away, like she was wrapped in a blanket.Slowly, the event of the evening came back to her. Her most recent memory being the last words of the bastard security that has sprayed whatever it was he sprayed in her face, made her heart skip a painful beat.The familiar feeling of panic began to creep in with her returning sense of bearing.And as everything slowly came back to her, that's when she felt it, the bindings holding her down to a chair that felt uncomfortable against her butt. She moved her fingers first, instinctively testing the world around her. The roughness of her bindings—a rope as she soon came to discover
Lily’s whole body tensed the moment the line cut, but the sound that had reached her before the line died replayed tauntly in her ear.She didn’t even blink as her gaze flickered to Thomas. He was already pushing himself off the edge of his desk with urgency written in his movements as he approached her, taking his stop by her side.But his presence did little to soothe the obvious fact hanging above her head and the more Lily thought about it, about the sound she'd just heard before the line went dead and the meaning behind it, the more her stomach knotted.“What just happened?” Her whisper cracked as if her voice had been stripped raw in an instant.With trembling hands, she redialed Aaron’s number and gripped the phone tightly, desperately praying he'd pick it up.Much to her utter displeasure, the voice that greeted her, did not belong to her lover. “The customer you are calling is unavailable. Please try again later.” The lifeless automated voice made her chest tighten and her h