ELLA
My eyes had been open for hours, but I hadn’t moved. I stayed in the same position, curled on my side, too afraid of what Adrian might do to me.
It had been five days since he rescued me
Five long, suffocating days and he hadn’t left the house once.
Maybe he didn’t trust anyone else to watch me.
Maybe he was just waiting for the right time to kill me.
The thought of something happening to my grandparents crushed me more than the fear of my own death. If I had just waited a little longer, if I hadn’t made that reckless decision, maybe he would have set me free on his own.
But it was too late now.
Silent tears soaked my pillow as I lay there, breathing in the familiar scent of wood and leather. That’s when I realized I wasn’t in my room.
I was in his.
Why?
The door creaked
