Page 64 of Endgame
As if sensing my thoughts, Everett clamps his hand harder around my wrist.
I gulp and shake my head, then look out the window.
Night had started to fall while my fate was being sealed to another man’s. The recessed lawn lights barely reach the car’s interior.
Soon enough, the car will idle. Real dread will flood in.
The front door is right there, up ahead. It’s already open. One of the staff members is waiting for us at the doorway.
You’re going to regret the moment you wereborn, wife.
Fueled by adrenaline, I told him he could try me.
Adrenaline surges through my veins, sharpening every sense. Both fear and bravery cling to every pore of my body.
Everett brushes his thumb along the inside of my wrist, a poor attempt to fool me.
I won’t let my guard down, only to be crushed behind closed doors later.
What I should expect is torture. Pain. Punishment.
He might fuck me to my literal death.
Maybe that’s what happened toher.
My heart beats faster at that.
Her. The one who might’ve been here before me.
The one he might’ve killed. Maybe he was too rough and accidentally ended her life…
Oh God.
Oh my fucking God.
I swallow down the bile rising in my throat.
“We’re here, sir.”
The driver’s announcement snaps me out of my debilitating thoughts.
Fight or flight, Aurora. What will it be?
A mixture of both, I guess.
But I’ll start withfight.
As soon as the engine stills, I reach for the remote in Everett’s pants pocket.
If shoplifting taught me anything, it’s how to be quick and efficient with my hands.
I know, I know. Shoplifting and pickpocketing aren’t the same thing. But good sleight of hand is crucial when your menacing bodyguard watches you like a fucking hawk.
My fingers curl around Everett’s plastic remote and—yes. I have it in my grip.
Before I can snatch it away, his hand locks over mine, almost hard enough to break my bones.
Except I know it’s not my broken bones he’s after. It’s something far worse.
