It had been days. Days of being watched, locked away, suffocated under the constant presence of Kael or Davon. Tonight, it was Davon.
Although she pretended to be asleep, she was wide awake, actively waiting for any opportunity to run and get away. She shiifted slightly, turning her head towards the sofa Davon lay on. The rhythmic rise and fall of Davon’s chest told Nia he was deep asleep. Good. He slept like the dead when he was exhausted.
She swallowed the lump in her throat, fingers trembling as she slowly propped herself up on one elbow. Her pulse roared in her ears as she approached him. She needed the key to the door.
It dangled loosely in his hand, fingers barely curled around it. So close.
Nia swallowed, her throat dry. Slowly, she leaned in, her lips parting as she exhaled
