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I need to get us out of here.
I can't fight them all, not without putting Davina at risk, so I reach behind me and wrench open a door, backing us out into the hall and slamming it closed. We won't have long. Putting my knife away, I pull zip ties from my combat trousers and cinch them around the door handles, hoping it holds long enough for me to get her out of this prison.
Taking her hand with my now free one, we turn and run.
Chapter 17
In Our Wake
Davina
My feet pound on the marble floors, echoing off the open hallway walls.
We are back at my bedroom door in no time, but I'm confused as to why we'd come back here and not straight out of the house.
Dad will punish us both for this.
I should ask Blaze what we’re going to do next, but my mind is swirling with a tornado of questions, as well as punishments my father will conjure up. So I don't ask. I don't speak. I don't move. I just blindly follow Blaze as we enter my room, with him turning the locks once we’re inside.
He's marching to my wardrobe, his steps quick and sure. I can hear him rummaging around, but it's pointless. My dad will never let us leave and even if we can get out, he'll catch us before we even make it off of the expanse of land he owns.
I am numb, yet I drown inside my own body. I want to scream, I want to rage, I want to cry. I want to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. I don’t, though. I stand and wait for whatever is coming next, unaware of how much time passes as I sink beneath the surface of the ocean that are my thoughts. Itcould have been thirty minutes or thirty seconds. I have no way to tell.
"Put these on. We leave as soon as you’re done, so be quick."
Blaze stands in front of me, holding a handful of black clothing. I take it from him without examining them and head into the bathroom. I change into black jeans, a long-sleeved t-shirt, and an oversized hoodie. Yanking on the black boots he picked, I lace them with quick fingers. Once I’m changed, I step back into the main room, leaving my alcohol-soaked outfit on the white marble floor.
“Let's go.”
I follow the sound of his rough voice toward the window. He's opened it and is sitting straddling the ledge, one leg inside and the other out. Shouts echo from the hall outside my bedroom door, footsteps getting louder and seeping through the door to fill my silent room.
“We've got to go now, Davina!”
I rush to Blaze where he has two bags slung over his shoulders, while his hand is outstretched and waiting for me to take it. Slipping my hand into his, he pulls me to the edge.
“Climb over, we’ll use the trellis as a ladder. Wait for me a few steps down until I'm level, and then we move.”
I do as he says, swinging my leg over, using his thighs for leverage and dipping through the large window. Blaze’s hands hold and guide me safely until I find the first foothold and ease myself down. He lowers himself onto the ladder. He pauses and hits a button on his phone that turns most of the lights off except the small lamps by my sofa and lowers the window.
“Let's move.”
I keep in sync with him as we close the distance to the ground. As soon as our boots hit the grass, he takes my hand in his rough, calloused one and hauls me into running alongside him as we make our way around the house.
We run while trying to be noiseless, crouching under windows and pausing at corners while Blaze scans the area, using his hand signals to communicate with me. I hear my father’s men shouting and see torches sweeping the shrubbery further away.
We're going to get caught.
Blaze pulls me into motion again and after a few close calls, we slip back inside the house.
We’re in the garage. The room is stocked with blacked-out SUVs that are used by my father's security team. The lights are off, but there’s an emergency exit sign bathing the garage in a neon green glow that gives us enough light to see by.
Moving swiftly through the parked cars, we stop in front of a matte-black motorcycle. Blaze disappears but is back in front of me before I can even register why he might have left. He tugs a helmet on my head and fastens the clips. A leather jacket is next as he guides my arms into it and zips me in. I watch as he puts on his helmet and jacket and swings his leg over the motorcycle until he's straddling it.
“Get on and hold on tight.”
His voice is muffled slightly by the helmet as he pats the space behind him. I copy his movements as I climb on the bike and place my hands around his trim waist. I have to push them under the straps of the bags he’s carrying now that he has angled them to the side of his body. His hands wrap around the backs of my knees as he pulls me as close as I can get to him, my chest flush against his back, forcing me to turn my head to the side.
He takes my hands from where they’re loosely placed on his stomach, shifting me even tighter to him and lacing my fingers together. Once he’s satisfied, I won’t be going anywhere, the engine roars to life. The warmth of his body seeps into my cold one and I shiver, knowing we will never make it out of here.
