The tension from my failed escape lingered like a storm cloud, heavy and oppressive. Every corner of the mansion seemed to remind me of my imprisonment. My wrists ached from the rough restraints Alexander had used, a physical reminder of his power. The bitterness of his words and the icy finality in his eyes lingered in my mind.
My heartbeat accelerated when my room's door cracked open. Expecting Alexander, I instinctively stiffened, bracing for another confrontation. Instead, a man I didn’t recognize entered. He was tall and impeccably dressed, his presence both calming and commanding. Jet-blue hair framed a striking face, and vivid green eyes, kind yet observant, met mine.
“I’m Lucian Everett,” he introduced himself, setting a small medical kit on the table. “The family doctor.” His
