Chapter 459
Chapter 459
Chapter 259: Run, Savannah
One Week Later
The beep of the monitor no longer bothered me. It no longer scared me. No longer pulled me out of half–sleep. No longer made my heart jolt with fear the way it had the first few days.
I had gotten used to it. Totally.
The steady rhythm of it had become background noise now, like the ticking of a clock in a room you’d been trapped in for too long.
It had been a week. One full week since we arrived at Blackwood Manor. And honestly, nothing had changed. At least, not much.
Roman was still unconscious. He was still not moving. He was still silent. And I was still here, hoping and praying and practically begging for a change. Anything. Even if it’s the twitch of a finger.
These days, I spend every single hour with him. Literally every hour. I only left his side to have breakfast and dinner, and even then, I ate like I was being timed, sprinting back here afterward like demons and the gates of hell were chasing me. And maybe they were.
In the form of Ryan and Randall.
There was a great difference between fear and dread–I knew that now because of them–just like there was a great difference between Ryan and Randall. Even the way I felt about both of them.
With Ryan, I knew it was fear. Pure, simple fear.
After that night outside the dining room, I’d learned my lesson. He had made it painfully clear that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me. Roman be damned. And even a stupid person would know better than to provoke someone like that.
So I stayed out of Ryan’s way. I kept my head down. I kept my mouth shut. And my steps careful.
But Randall… Randall was different.
With Randall, it wasn’t fear. It was something deeper. Something twisted. I didn’t feel safe around that man.
And in my opinion, he was worse than Ryan.
I would rather be locked in a room alone with Ryan than be in a crowded hall with Randall. That’s because Ryan was predictable and Randall wasn’t.
He gave me goosebumps–the bad kind. The kind that crawled over your skin when you knew you were being watched.
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And the way he looked at me? It was not like a man looking at his brother’s woman. It was much filthier, like a predator studying his
prey.
Almost like he could see straight through my clothes, through my skin, through every fragile layer of protection I had left.
Every time his gaze lingered too long, my heart sped up, my palms grew damp, and something in my gut whispered one word.
Run, Savannah.
I shifted slightly on Roman’s bed, staring at the ceiling before slowly turning my head toward him.
His face was peaceful. So beautiful.
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And for a second, I was taken back to the past. He wasn’t in a coma, he was simply sleeping. And he would open his eyes any second and
complain about the light.
I smiled at the thought. Then I reached out and brushed my fingers gently against his hand.
“Please,” I whispered. “Wake up. Wake up, Roman.” My voice broke. “So we can get out of here p>
The words echoed uselessly in the quiet room. There was no response. Just the steady beep.
I let out a long, tired sigh. I never knew life could get this lonely. This drab. This empty.
Sure, I’d bonded a little with River. She came by sometimes, bringing me tea and biscuits, sitting with me for a few minutes before duty
and fear of her father pulled her away.
But I guess we weren’t close enough for her to confess her feelings for Calder. Not yet.
All she’d told me was that she was engaged to a man. The man’s name was Arthur. And honestly? From everything she’d said about him,
he seemed like a good man.
He was respectful. Kind. Patient. Considerate. And basically just a decent, wealthy gentleman.
The sad thing was that his fiancée’s heart was already taken by someone who didn’t even know he had stolen it in the first place.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.