If she died, someone would continue her work.
Knowing that eased some of her fear. Death would not be the end of her. Roman was cured. They would remember her for cycles to come if not longer.
Then she pressed the small button on her scalpel.
Plasma flared and it cut through the bonds instantly. She screamed as it also sliced into her hand and seared the flesh, making her drop the tool. The male snarled and grabbed the front of her tunic, yanking her to him.
His gaze was on the door though and Chiara realized…someone was coming for her. Relief made her knees buckle, but the Neprijat-Drakesthai held her up. “You’re coming with me,” he snapped.
Something shattered and Chiara realized it was the window. Instantly cold air whipped around her. She covered her face as the male dragged her through the hole and into the small garden outside.
She looked back just in time to see Roman’s face as he burst through the doorway of her office.
It was all so overwhelming her mouth was dry and she could barely think let alone form any more words.
Chiara had no idea what this Neprijat had planned, but that didn’t scare her. What frightened her was not knowing what would happen to Roman if she died and their bond shattered. Would he even survive that?
Bushes and thorns tore at her and Chiara avoided them as best she could as he yanked her through. There wasn’t much she could do against him when he was so much stronger. Sunlight blinded her. Then she saw where the Neprijat was taking her.
Straight to the edge of the island.