I ran out of Kade's chamber without looking back. My chest was heaving, each breath a ragged tear in my lungs, and my bare feet were numb, then stinging, against the impossibly cold marble floor.
Every single step I took away from that room felt like I was clawing my way out of hell itself. I didn’t care where I was going, didn’t care if it was a dead end or another nightmare. I just needed to run. I needed to get away from the ghost of his voice, the phantom brush of his breath on my skin, the lingering sickness of his touch, and most of all, his sick, echoing mocking laughter that still rattled in my ears like a madman's song.
The same question hammered in my head, a broken record skipping and repeating until my brain felt raw. How have I offended the universe? What did I do so wrong
