As we continued our journey, I took deep breaths occasionally remembering how close I was to being exposed and returned to my home which was now more of a prison. Alec’s driver had immediately called Alec whose intervention was very timely. He spoke through the speakers, ordering them to let us continue our journey.
We drove for hours, to horizons I never fathomed existed. Alec was right, Lucien could never find me here, even if he spent years looking. I felt safe.
“We are here ma’am,” The driver finally said, after eight hours of road trip.
He helped with the only box I had packed, as leaving with a lot of stuff may have busted me even before I made the attempt to leave the pack house. I alighted, staring at the apartment he had stopped at. He lifted my box and led me to a room on the
