ERYNA
I’ve made up my mind; I was going to leave this place, get out of here, and start a new life, not as my mother-daughter or a bejeweled hostage of the onyx pack.
I stocked up on courage and cleaned up my tears as I got to work on implementing my plans. Taking what I needed into a small side bag, I recalled that I had a bigger shirt that belonged to Zaydem from the last time he gave me, so I took them and waved them down to a smaller size I could wear; at least it would help cover my scent if they tried to track me, right?
I heard a knock that startled me, but I did move; I stayed still, quickly trying to blow out the candle lights that assisted me in the dark. "Eryna?" I heard Vidalgo's voice and then the struggle with my door knob. I could hear the wood groan from his intent to op
