Eli
The rotting wood around the window crumbles under my desperate fingers.
I've been clawing at it for what feels like hours, prying at the rusted screws with the jagged edge of a splintered chair leg.
Every muscle screams. Every heartbeat pounds like a war drum in my skull. Cold sweat slicks my skin, but I can't stop. Won't stop.
The first screw gives and something vicious and hopeful unfurls in my chest.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, tasting copper, forcing myself to work slow. One careful turn at a time.
The bolt scrapes against the door and my blood turns to ice.
No. Not now. Please, f**k, not now.
The door explodes inward.
Ronan fills the frame like a nightmare made flesh.
His black shirt hangs open, revealing the intricate tattoos that map his chest like battle sc
