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11 - Trapped

VALENTINA'S POV

It was the morning and when I woke up, Francis was nowhere to be seen.

As I exited the room, I looked around to see that there wasn't anyone in the hallways. Perfect.

Sneaking down the hallway, I made sure that there weren't any footsteps of mine to be heard and I tried to find an empty room with a window.

But I was soon distracted as soon as I heard grunts and yells from a large room. Walking close to it I pushed the door open slightly to see that Francis was in there and fighting some other people.

He used his wings to push himself into the air, before swooping back down and knocking them down, disarming them of any weapons they had. He then held them in a choking position until the victim tapped out.

And that's when he let out a breathy laugh and, took off his shirt.

My breath hitched as I saw sweat dripping down his perfectly curved body, and making it shine in all the right ways. His wings were outstretched on his back, matching his dark and shifted hair. He was perfect.

"Like what you see huh?" a sly voice said behind me making me jump.

My head spun around, and I saw that it was the Quinn girl from the day before and she still had her lips pitched with that devious smirk of hers.

I cleared my throat as I stepped away from the door and looked away so that I didn't have to make eye contact with her.

"You know, the move you pulled yesterday was smart but annoying." she sighed, and I gave her a blank stare.

"Look, I know you don't want to be here, but you have to deal with it. Francis isn't going to let you go any soon," she tried to reason, but I still stayed quiet.

"Is there anything to eat?" I said plainly, but I think she was just glad that I was talking to her.

"Sure! Follow me this way" she exclaimed and grabbing my hand and dragging me away from the training hall.

She brings me to a huge kitchen where chefs are fussing around, also whilst eyeing me suspiciously. Quinn went to one of the counters and yelled a name before an older-looking chef walked over with a joking scowl on her face.

"What are you doing here Quinn?" she said in a monotone voice and Quinn smiled gesturing to me. I was hiding behind her, but still keeping my distance.

"My friend here is a bit hungry! What on the menu?" she answered, and the chef lady looked at a piece of paper on the marble counter. I cringed at the word 'friend' and shifted away from her as she talked; we weren't anything close to friends

"There is some soup being prepared." the chef said, and Quinn nodded.

The lady walked away for a minute but returned quickly with some hot red soup and bread, Quinn took the bowls and led me to a grand table, it was at least 4 metres, and it had a big red table runner down it. Quinn and I took a seat, and I made sure to sit at least one seat away from her.

As I picked up my spoon and began to drink the soup. I felt Quinn's eyes on me, so I shifted my eyes into a glare pointed at her.

"Are you thinking of escaping?" she asked suddenly making me splutter on my soup.

"No," I said quickly, wiping my mouth.

"Don't. You'll make Francis go off and he'll change his attitude in a second. It's like he's-"

"Bipolar," I finished for her, my eyes not leaving hers. I knew it was risky trying to escape from someone like him, including with how serious his disorder is, but I had no choice. If he isn't going to let me be free, I'll take matters into my own hands.