Chapter 17

Syria’s POV

“Was she gone?”

I slowly stepped out from where I was hiding, glancing around to make sure the coast was clear. The air felt still, and the once tense atmosphere had gone quiet.

Finally.

My chest felt tight, but I forced myself to breathe. I looked around then my eyes landed on him.

I needed to go. I moved quickly, grabbing my things and preparing to leave.

Just as I was about to turn around and head toward the door, he grabbed my wrist.

His grip wasn’t too hard, but firm enough to