Forlot: Silver Woods - Book Fifteen

Chapter Twelve

Darius glared at me, and I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my poor soul. I leaned back in the wheelchair, afraid that I had gotten him angry.

"What is the matter, Samantha? Scared of heights?" He laughed.

Granted, he was kidding. He was not being mean to me or anything.

"Awkward," Joan whispered to me and Lorraine.

Darius must have heard her because he said, "What is awkward?"

"You probably did not know this..." Lorraine began. "...but Sam is terrified of heights."

As I suspected, Darius' proud smile was wiped clean and replaced by a blank expression. He must have felt really, really bad.

"My gosh. I am sorry."

"Do not say sorry," I said. I reached out and took his hand into mine. "I should have told you sooner."

"Would you rather stay with the wolves and be eaten? Or escape?"

"What kind of question is that, Darius? Of course, I want to escape."

"Then you will have to face your fears."

I huffed. "No way. I will take the elevator."

"But Sam. It is too dangerous to use the elevators. Not with those wolves."

"So it is safer to escape a floor that is far from the hard ground? We will be injured. Possibly killed!"

"None of us will be killed tonight." He kissed my cheek, his soft lips pressing on my skin. "I will not allow it."

His gentle kiss was just what I needed. But I still did not budge.

"I know that you mean well, Darius, but there is no way that I am climbing down that rope."

He chuckled. "Suit yourself."

Out of the blue, Darius grabbed ahold of me, hoisted me from the wheelchair and leaped out the window - holding onto me.

I kicked and squirmed. I thought that I was going to die.

"Darius! Darius, are you nuts?!"