His Brother's Ruin
Then she ran, not out the closet door, but toward the back of the narrow space, where she’d seen a faint outline of another door a servants’ passage, perhaps.
Her shoulder hit the wood. It was locked.
“There’s no way out,” Charles snarled, regaining his footing, the light finding her again. He blocked the main entrance. “You’re trapped.”
Panic clawed at her throat. This was it. Checkmate.
Suddenly, the main closet door flew open with a crash, flooding the space with light from the library.
Kaelan stood silhouetted in the doorway, his chest heaving, his eyes scanning the wreckage until they found her, pinned. Behind him, she saw Liam’s horrified face and Miranda’s cool, assessing one.
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