The guest room door clicked shut behind me, and for the first time all night, I was alone.
I leaned against the door, fingers still trembling as they clutched the knob. The echo of what had happened only hours ago replayed in my head on a vicious loop. The men in my apartment. Their footsteps chasing me down the secret passageway. The way I had to hold my breath under the staircase, convinced it would be my last moment if they so much as turned their heads.
It took me laying on the bed in Jace's guestroom for the realization to fully dawn on me. I almost lost my life hours prior.
I held my head in my hands as the tears stung my eyeballs and roll down my cheeks.
I could've died.
The thought lodged itself in my chest, raw and sharp. I reallu could've died tonight.
