Chapter Forty-Eight

Hands outstretched.

Everything is slowed down to the tiniest of details. I could already hear a commotion outside, had Mav or Axel gained consciousness and taken back control? I can feel each of my heart beats, each bang against my chest, each thud warning me to do something.

No, not these stairs…I refuse to be pulled down these stairs any more.

I try to push my hands forward, trying to reach out. But it is only thin air that greets me. Panic takes over me as I feel myself losing the battle against Andrei and gravity.

Until he appears at the top of the stairs, like a godly apparition. He meets my reached out hands and manages to pull me towards him. His scent, my favourite smell, wraps around me like a protective arm.

“Aida!” He sighs desperately grabbing hold of my hands.

It is then over in seconds. A loud crash behind me turns my head to find two wolves fighting at the bottom of the stairs. I breathe a sigh of relief as he pulls me into his chest and helps to rebalance my foot