Page 89 of Cursed to Be Mine
Halfof Derek.
Throwing a hand over my mouth, I bite back a scream as his one eye bores into me, imploring me to run.
A noise behind the sofa has my feet jerking beneath me, and I stumble as I run for the gun room. I place a hand on the wall, catching myself, still moving quickly. Can’t stop.
The sound of movement whispers behind me.
Don’t look.
I can’t waste a precious second; a werewolf’s speed is unmatched. Throwing myself at the door, I yank it open.
A modern bathroom stares back at me, and I realize I’ve miscounted doors.
My blood draining from my face, knowing I don’t have the time to try another one, I jump inside and slam the door behind me.
My hands fumble with the lock. My phone clutters to the ground, and I wince at the hard clatter of it on the tiles.
My pulse slams inside my skull, making it hard to hear anything else. But Iknowsomeone is still in the house.
Snatching my phone up off the ground, I back awayfrom the door, my breaths shallow, my thoughts in too many directions and not one of them is calm.
Trembling fingers punch at the damp glass screen in my hands. I start to call nine-one-one, only to stop on the first one.
The way Derek looked at Vlad assaults me. Is he a sup? Is he the one who killed Derek?
I can’t risk it.
My pulse in my throat, I tremble.
“Call me,kira.”
Can I?
Can I really call Khalid? Tears burn my eyes. What will he even do?
Nothing.
He can’t do anything.
But at least I won’t die alone.
Pushing the button on the number he put in for me, I raise the phone to my ear. It rings, but I’m focusing on anything I can hear outside. Footsteps. Breathing. Are they about to knock the door in and rip me apart like they did Derek?
I hear nothing.
Only silence.
And then…
A phone vibrates.
It’s faint behind the closed door but not much further.
My blood chills, my fingers running cold as my brain tries to tell me something I don’t want to believe.
The phone rings in my ear.
My pulse skips a beat.
