Chapter 10
Charlotte
I was wrapped up in a bundle of silk sheets when a loud slam of the door jerked me awake.
“Charlotte, get up.”
A curtain of dark, disarrayed curls fell over my face, and I wiped it back with my arm. “What is—”
“Get the f**k up. Now.”
The silk sheets swooshed as he pulled them off and grabbed my arm, hauling me off the bed so fast I tripped over my own feet. But he yanked me back up, giving me no time to find my goddamn footing.
“What is happening?” I tried to twist my arm free from his hold, but he only gripped tighter.
“We need to leave. Now.”
“Why?”
We rushed out the door, and he pulled me down the hall so fast, my feet barely touched the wooden floors. It was still dark, maybe early morning hours since the windows revealed the black sky. Dim lights lit the
