L E I L A N I
I turned and fled, not to my room, but to the library, the one place in this house that felt like a sanctuary. I slammed the door behind me, the sound a futile gesture of defiance. I leaned against the door, my heart pounding, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
I was so lost in my own turmoil, I didn't hear him follow me. The door creaked open, and he was there, filling the doorway, his presence a suffocating weight.
I spun around, my back pressed against the bookshelf. "Get out," I said, my voice a raw, desperate plea.
"No," he said, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. "We're going to finish this."
"There's nothing to finish," I said, my eyes scanning the room for an escape route, but there was none. I was trapped. Again.
"You hate me," he said, it w
