[Cara]I twisted the key on the padlock, and nothing sounded more satisfying than to hear it click open. Nancy was right close behind me, holding the hem of my blouse like a child clinging to her mother.Aside from the dagger, I also stole two guns from the guard and the rifle. I have no idea how to use it, but I know I’ll figure it out when it comes to life-and-death situations.I poked my head out, checking the perimeter first to ensure no one was roving the hallway leading to our cell. Only then, when the coast was clear, I tugged Nancy as we slipped out.Right down the corridor was another door, and on the opposite side was a dead end. Unfortuitously, our cell was located on the opposite end of the passage from the entrance, and it was blocked with solid unpainted concrete walls. There were others too, but they were all empty. The only exit was the door at the end of the hallway, an no other way around.“What if there were more guards posted outside?” Nancy mumbled apprehensively,

[3rd POV—Damon]Damon intensely glared at her, his body rimming up with abhorrence when the tip of her finger touched his index and curled around the trigger.It was still a big mystery to him how this woman associated with Burson and at the same time managed to infiltrate his fortress.Looks can be very deceiving, indeed. No one had ever suspected her of anything. Not even his keen sense.She’s like a chameleon. She can hide her presence the way she wanted it to be. It was rather a commending attribute, but at the same time pain in the ass.“I’m very good at tango, don’t you want to see?” Her irritating voice scratched his ears the wrong way, and it took a lot of his willpower not to shove his hands down to her mouth and yank her throat.His gaze around her darkened with fury, blotting red at the corner as his flesh begs him to flay this woman alive and hang her innards right at the door. Brutal, but that’s what he wanted to do.He might have respected women in general, but this one

[3rd POV—Damon]Blood. That was all that he could see.The crimson, viscous liquid pooled around the concrete floor and flooded his vision.He wasn’t supposed to be afraid of it.In fact, he had to bathe himself numerous times with the blood of his enemies.He even knows what’s the taste of it.However, it becomes entirely different when the blood that is spilling right now is from the woman he cherished the most.His beacon of light. The only good in his bad.It was terrifying to look at.Utterly frightening to the point that his mind almost immediately went blank.The rage that had bottled up inside him blew up and started to consume him. His wrath traveled from his chest channeled into his arm and into his finger, prompting him to squeeze the trigger just in time for Cara’s body to fall limply into the floor.One bullet.It could only take one bullet to be able to end a person’s life. But it wasn’t going to be enough.Damon shoots Burson in the shoulders at first, then his leg, gi

[Cara]I don’t know what I should feel about his presence. Somewhat thankful that he had saved Nancy and me once again but also hateful that he got us there in the first place.“Baby, it’s alright. You are now safe.” Mom pulled my attention and noticed my body was visibly trembling, still shaken from the nightmares that plagued me.There were four of them now. Two of them were already dead. It is completely unknown to me whether or not Burson is still alive. Nonetheless, they still manage to make me suffer even with their absence. While the other one was still alive, whose pair of dark orbs were staring at me intently as though I would disappear from his sight at any given moment.A multitude of emotions was starting to flood me, to the point I didn’t know which one I would listen to.Mom said I am safe, but I’m still not.“How are you feeling, Cara.” He lifted his hands and was about to touch my face, but my body reacted so swiftly and recoiled away from him.“You have eyes, can’t yo

[Cara] I was at a loss for what to do or what I should be doing. My body moves of its own volition, yanking on the tubes inserted into the back of my palm, leaving the needles completely abandoned. Ignoring my mother’s shocked screams just as I was pushing myself up from the couch I was perched on and the searing pain that jabbed on my side, spearing into my entire system. My legs moved, and I bolted out the door before I knew it.The hallway was practically empty as my eyes darted frantically around. Just when I turned around, I caught a fleeting glimpse of a brown leather jacket dad was wearing, fading to the right corner. He was walking nonchalantly as though he did not just blow my head like a nuclear bomb dropping directly into my head.“No, dad, wait!” I started running and limping at the same time as every step I took, sending a piercing pain into my lower abdomen right around where I had been stabbed.“Cara!”Mom’s hysterical voice echoed, chasing behind me, but I didn’t even