As the rain began to fall, cold and sudden, Arabella found herself holding her breath for a fraction of a second, silently cursing her bad luck.
Hanging precariously from the ledge of her balcony, shaking like a leaf in the dark night, she gasped as her grip on the windowsill she tried to reach with her feet for stability, slipped again.
If she hadn't managed to grab onto something in a few moments, she would have fallen into the void, thought Arabella frightened, when a violent gust of wind once again thwarted her efforts.
It was all Theor Dewood's fault for having placed a contingent of warriors in the castle with the task of guarding the exits and consequently ruining her plans, because he took away all of her usual escape routes.
With his intentions of protecting her safety, Theor
