Anabel.
Vincent's chilling words were still echoing in the back of my head like a bad dream. 'If you stay, you die. If you run, you're mine.'
He might not have really said this, but that's how I interpreted it.
A cold sweat washed down my spine, making my skin prickle under my heavy cloak, but I squeezed my eyes shut and forced the fear down into the pit of my stomach.
I gripped Valerie's trembling hand tight in mine. I wasn't going to let him control me. I wasn't going to let my brothers lock me away like a prize or a burden either. For the first time in my life, I was making my own choice. I was running for my child, and I was going to survive.
"Lady Anabel..." Valerie whispered, her voice shaking so badly her teeth were practically chattering. She pulled her hood low over her face as we slipped down the narrow, dimly lit servant passageway. "Are you sure about this? If the guards catch us—"
