Page 33 of Save Me

“You’ll...what?” he taunts, his voice dropping low as he steps closer, causing me to involuntarily retreat until my back hits the door. His blue eyes pierce into me as he scans my face.

“I’ll let Argent know you’re the one that’s been helping Zavier,” I barely manage to utter, my voice trembling slightly. He takes a step back, his silence speaking volumes as he continues to lock eyes with me.

“Please, Dane,” I beg, my voice pleading. “I cannot let him get away after everything he has done.” He nervously pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes darting around the room before he aggressively rubs his face.

“You owe me.”

His head snaps to me and after a few moments of silence, he brings his face close to mine, his breath warm against my skin.

“He’s back at the cabin. After the police searched it, he figured no one would ever think that he’d go back there,” he reveals. Relief washes over me, the weight on my shoulders lifting as I take in a deep breath.

“Thank you.” I softly say, giving him a small smile before turning to exit his office.

I need to figure out how I’m going to get to Zavier before Argent does. This is my revenge, and I won’t let anyone stand in my way.

I hate lying to Argent. He is under the assumption that I had a great session today. He even cooked me dinner to show me how proud he was of me. And he made my favorite too. Seafood pasta—bastard.

The weight of guilt settles in my chest as I carefully untangle his arm from my waist and slip out of bed. The cool fabric of my skinny jeans brushes against my skin as I hurriedly dress in an army green t-shirt.

I open his desk drawer and retrieve his knife, the glint of the blade sending a surge of adrenaline through me. With a quick glance at Argent, making sure he’s still asleep before I make my way to the front door.

The realization hits me like a punch in the gut—how the hell am I going to get to the cabin? I can’t exactly call a taxi and tell the driver to drop me off at some sketchy cabin in the woods.

My eyes drift to Argent’s car keys resting on the counter, and I summon the courage to grab them. It’s been years since I’ve been behind the wheel of acar—well except when I was on top of Argent, but that doesn’t count. Time to put on my big girl shoes and face every single fear tonight.

Silently, I slip out of the house and settle into the driver’s seat. The smooth leather of the steering wheel feels familiar in my trembling hands.

Come on, Star. You’ve overcome worse.

I turn the key, and the engine roars to life and I pray that the sound doesn’t wake anybody up. With another deep breath, I maneuver the car out of the driveway and start my journey toward the hell hole I crawled out of not too long ago.

Here I come, Zavier… hope you’re ready.

If it weren’t for the news revealing the location of my captivity a few months ago, I would’ve never found this place. It’s isolated, surrounded by thousands of tall trees.

I bring the car to a halt a few meters away from the cabin, swinging the door open and stepping out into the crisp night air. The sound of birds taking flight startles me, intensifying my already heightened nerves.

Stupid birds.

Bringing my attention back to the cabin, I cautiously tread towards it, my steps measured and deliberate. Thecreaking sound of the porch echoes in my ears as I ascend the few steps. Closing my eyes tightly, I stand in front of the door, mentally preparing myself for what lies ahead.

Oh well, there’s no turning back now.

My heart pounds against my chest, its rhythmic thumping reverberating through my body. With a trembling hand, I muster the courage to knock on the door. I don’t even know if he is here or if Dane just lied to shut me up.

Suddenly, the metallic click of the lock breaks the silence, and the door glides open, revealing a startled Zavier. His widened eyes meet mine, his face draining of color. A wave of nausea washes over me, my senses overwhelmed by the mere sight of him.

“S-starlet?”

I always knew that one day I would have my revenge. I just didn't know when or how. All I knew was that Icouldn't let him get away with what he had done to me.

Without hesitation, I catch him off guard as I slam my fist into his face, feeling the impact reverberate through my bones. His nose bursts open, and the metallic scent of blood fills the air.

Before he can react, I grab the empty beer bottle from the kitchen island, the cool glass slipping into my sweaty palm, and smash it against his head. The sound of shattering glass echoes in the room, mixing with his pained groans.

I have no idea where all this rage came from, but it is consuming me like a dark shadow, blinding me to everything but my vengeance. All I see is red, a haze of fury distorting my vision.

As he falls to the ground, his fingers snag on the hem of my shirt, tearing the fabric as he tumbles backward. I manage to stay on my feet, the adrenaline coursing through my veins, and I watch as he scrambles back, his eyes wide with both fear and shock.

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