Page 57 of Scarlet Mark
Oh God.
My lip wobbled, his image swimming before me.
“I trusted you,” I repeated, furious and hurt all at the same time.
So stupid. I’d beenso incredibly stupid.
My feet were already moving, my destination unknown.
But not to Charlotte.
Ever.
I refused.
No!
I should have known this would happen. Killian had lulled me into this sense of ease, convinced me he was helping me, just to take me back tohim.
My name whipped through the air, but I was done listening. I needed to run. To escape. I couldn’t go back, not now, not after everything.
The door was closed.
The stairs gone.
Could I jump?
I needed to get it open first, but the handle—
My back hit the wall, a fuming Killian in front of me. I didn’t think. I reacted. My fist hit his jaw, my knee went upward and connected with his thigh. His curses were lost to the rushing of water in my ears, and then I found myself in the air. I kicked and wiggled and screamed and tried to slap him. Anything to get away from him and our future destination.
Charlotte.
Wherehelived.
Hell.
I couldn’t—wouldn’t—go back there.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, the world shifting around me too quickly and words passing over my head. I didn’t know what he said. Didn’t care. Too consumed by my need to flee.
“You can’t make me go back. You can’t.” I shook my head vigorously, compelling him to hear me. “No!” I tried to hit him again, but he threw me onto something soft. My wrists ended up shackled beneath one of his hands, his body holding mine down as he glowered at me from above.
“Fuck, Amara.” The growl in his voice vibrated my chest, his thighs pinning mine to… to… a mattress?
Where the fuck are we?
I glanced around, noting the small bedroom fixtures, the lack of windows, the rumble beneath me.
“Sir, I—”
“It’s fine. Tell them to take off. And shut the fucking door.”
“Of course.”
“No!” I shouted.
“Leave us. Now.” His demand was followed by a snick that seemed to steal my breath, sealing my fate, encasing me in this room, on a plane, destined to return to my worst nightmare. I trembled, my insides crying out in pain and fear. Somehow this hurt more than him delivering me to Boris in Germany. Maybe because that never felt real.
