Damon didn't argue. "Fine," he said nonchalantly. "Just one night."
Allison smiled at me then. It was soft, polite… and full of poison.
I gave her a lazy smile back. 'Of course. Make yourself at home.'
But deep inside, every fiber in me buzzed with alarm. Her sudden decision to stay—her perfect timing—couldn't be innocent. I knew trouble when I saw it, and Allison was wearing it like perfume.
As the castle gates creaked open and we began to ride through, I found myself lost in thought again. The air felt heavier here, less forgiving than the open forest. The stone walls loomed like judgment.
I was safe, and fed. And I have not been touched or used as a breeding machine like I had feared when I first arrived. But still, I wasn't free.
And now, I wasn't sure if I ever would be.
'Should I stay?'
The question rolled through me like a quiet storm.
Staying meant comfort, even if it was wrapped in chains. Leaving meant danger… but maybe a chance to truly live.
