Chapter Nineteen

Alora.

Do I run away?

I stared at the door as the thought filled my mind. A part of me wanted to, but there was a soft voice telling me not to. And that voice was Lana's.

Reaching for the door knob, I twisted it and pushed the door open gently, peeking outside. A cold rush of air ruffled my hair and I blinked rapidly to see there were guards stationed everywhere.

It would be hard to escape, so I closed the door and rested my back against the hard surface, sliding down the floor tiredly.

Today was the first time I ever felt tired from working. Washing the dishes had worn me out so much because I wasn't used to it, I hadn't done it in years. The smell of food still lingered in my nose and I smiled softly when Lana had thrown a piece of food in my mouth asking if the salt was enough.

I rubbed my arms against the jacket she had given me and my smile grew wider. For the first time, I was properly clothed, not naked like Jax had wanted or in see through nightdresses.

The clothes