The door cracked again—
A deep, splintering sound that rattled through Amelia’s bones.
Lucian was slamming his full weight into it now, over and over, each hit harder than the last.
“You can’t hide from me!” he roared.
His fists pounded the wood, furious and wild.
“You think you’re strong now? You think you can win?!”
Amelia’s chest heaved, every breath sharp as broken glass.
The knife trembled in her grip, but she refused to let go.
This was it.
The end.
⸻
The bolt on the door gave a violent snap, and the wood split down the center.
One more hit—
And Lucian would be inside.
Her heart stuttered.
She wasn’t ready.
Not really.
But there was no choice.
⸻
“I gave you everything!” he bellowed, voice raw with rage.
“And this is how you repay me?!”
The door shattered inward.
