Chapter 17 A Shift In Dynamics

The room was dark, the only light spilling in from the crack beneath the door. Emily sat on the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her breaths coming in uneven waves. The walls felt like they were closing in, her pulse roaring in her ears. She had faced danger before. She had faced death before. But nothing compared to the sickening familiarity of Mark’s voice, the venom in his smirk, the way his words sliced through her like she was still that vulnerable woman trapped in his grasp.