Leah
Aiden was right. The city looked beautiful at night.
It looked like a restless sea of lights from the balcony where I stood.
There were people down there, free people, laughing when they wanted to, sharing meals, arguing, and living. Everything I used to know was down there, and I was up here locked away like some bird in a cage by a mad man.
I hadn't seen him in days since Freya showed up. I thought I would welcome the silence, but no. The silence was maddening. The days dragged by like a slug, unlike when he was here, time moved differently, faster. It was easier to hope that this nightmare was almost over.
I gripped the railing. Was this the only way to get my freedom? Did I even try hard enough to escape him?
I bit my lip.
It stung that there was no better way out, and so
