Chapter 5 : the escape

Sloane

I had gone through pain all my life and right then, revenge was the only thing I wanted. The only thing I craved, but not at the expense of letting them use me. They had gone outside that time, leaving me free access to the window.

I should have escaped, but I didn't.

I didn't move.

Instead, I stood in the middle of the room while I thought about everything that had happened, about the plot from Kylie and Barry and how I wanted to make them pay. Then I looked back at the contract in my hands.

My name was boldly written on the heading. Did I really want this? Did I really want them to use me like a piece of furniture?

No, I did not.

I looked back at the open window and out the door. I walked toward the door and closed it after making sure no one was nearby.

I walked back to the bed, pulled off the sheets, and tied them to the window. Slowly, I put my legs out the window, hands tight on the sheets properly tied to the window. I slowly slid down, my hands holding the material with every fibre of my being.

After what seemed like hours, I got down, falling straight into the bush, hitting my knee in the process.

“Ouch! Shit!” I cursed under my breath but stood up and walked toward the gate. My walking was weak, seeing as I had just sprained my knee or some shit. But I needed to leave there before anyone saw me.

As I got closer to the gate, I looked back, just making sure none of them were following me. Good.

I would leave, probably look for a way to get back to the pack and beg Kris to give me a listening ear. I limped forward, taking each step slow and steady until I bumped into a large wall of muscle.

I turned and my eyes met Logan's. He stood in front of me, hands in his pants pockets, head tilted to the other side while he watched me with that jester expression on his face.

“Where are you going?” he asked, eyes trailing down to my knee where I had placed a hand.

“Were you trying to…?” I immediately put my hand over his mouth, trying to shush him.

“Shhhhh,” I whispered, but he only smiled under my hand.

I pushed him so far until his back hit the gate and after a few minutes of silence, I slowly pulled my hand away. He caught it immediately, startling me in the process.

He sniffed, eyes closed. “Strawberry and moose. Fun.”

My breath hitched as I doubled back.

“Where were you trying to leave, Sloane?” The way he called my name with so much tenderness, for the first time, I didn't feel like shutting him up.

“Yes, I was,” I admitted. “I wasn't going to stay there and let you people impose your decision on me.”

“What decision?”

I rolled my eyes as I saw that stupid smirk crawl up to the side of his lips again. He was so infuriating. Urgh!

“I won’t answer that. Fuck, no.”

I tried to reach the gate locks but he stood in front of me, blocking my path. He did it again and again while I tried my best to unlock the gates.

“It's past midnight; you wouldn't be able to unlock them.”

“I don't care,” I said. He moved aside, both hands above his head in surrender. I launched at the gates, forcing myself to open the locks, but it looked as if they were screwed shut.

I continued trying and, out of frustration, screamed, hitting the unopened gates over and over.

“See, I told you. You can't open them.” I felt his breath on me and I shook, turning quickly. He was so cold; I could smell his scent. He smelled like cigars and expensive cologne that smelled so manly.

Of course, he smokes.

“Move,” I warned, but he stood there, both hands behind his back as he stared at me with so much interest.

“You are funny, little wolf,” he said and my breath hitched.

Fuck! What was going on with me?

Focus, Sloane. You need to get out of there. That was all that mattered and not some redhead calling you nicknames.

“I need to leave. I can't stay here, and you're not going to stop me.”

He chuckled, soft at first, then turning into a fit of laughter.

“You really are feisty,” he said. “Come on, we have to go back inside, or Dean will come looking for you.”

“Dean,” I said, as if remembering his imposing nature. I called him to help, and he offered something I couldn't bring myself to agree to.

At least, I think so.

I looked back at Logan; his eyes were on me now. I didn't want to give in, but there was something about his grey eyes that captured me. They somehow enthralled me.

I breathed him in, taking a whiff, and oh my God, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I swallowed hard as I tried to think straight, but I couldn't move.

I tried again, pushing a leg forward, but I tumbled on my heels and fell back into Logan's arms. I held his large frame while he held me, his hands in my hair. My hands trailed down, he felt so strong and so near.

“You're exhausted,” he said after a long beat of silence. “We should get you back inside.”

Suddenly, a wave of weakness washed over me, and I nodded. I let him pick me up, and we walked back to the estate until everything turned black.