Condemned to an unhappy marriage by her father Emerald Davidson finds herself in quite the shitty situation, only to find help from someone who's no better. She trades one deal for another, but is oblivious to what that other deal is exactly until i...
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You can't touch a woman who can wear pain like the grandest of diamonds around her neck.
- Alpha (c)
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Cathleen Carter's POV
It took me about all the energy I had left just to put one foot in front of the other, but still I wouldn't stop. The voices behind me hadn't stopped. They were still there, and thus I still had to keep going.
"Cath!"
Nope. That one was just a ghost of my past. No way Wolff was anywhere near me. I was just imagining it.
"Cath..."
God, I needed a rest.
My inner voice wouldn't stop screaming at me no matter how hard I tried to push her away. Good fucking idea stabbing the head of the French mob with his own bloody pocket knife. How could that possibly not work out in my favor?
I was an idiot.
Another step. And another. If I just kept going there was no way they were going to find me again in these woods. Right?
It was worth being called a miracle I had even gotten this far. Stabbing Chante had been one thing, but getting out past his guards had been a whole other. I was pretty sure the one that had been stationed in front of my door was dead by now. There was no way anyone would survive for long losing that much blood.
If he hadn't locked me up in that stupid cabin in the woods it would have never worked. It was a good thing I hadn't been held in that huge mansion I had caught a glimpse of on my way out, I guessed. If they had locked me in there I would have gotten lost before I had even found the front door.
"Cath."
The voice was starting to sound less like someone was actually behind me and more like it was resonating in a low hum between my ears. What was the last time I had eaten? What was that feeling called again when you ran for too long and you suddenly started to feel weird? Hitting the wall? The bonk?
Whatever it was, I was suffering heavily from it for sure. If there was a Mc Donalds somewhere near this was probably a good moment to stumble upon it.
Chante's offer kept repeating itself in my head - Eleanora's location for my own. If another way of escaping hadn't presented itself I might have taken it, but I didn't even know the woman and I already felt bad for her. Chante's ex wife. Ew. Ten minutes with that monster had been enough to give me the shivers - imagine having been married to the man. Nope, I had made the right choice by discarding his offer and taking the harder way. Us girls had to stand up for each other after all. This was me deserving my good karma for this month.
