Connor stayed for a bit. We tried to talk about anything but the planned uprising and Leo, however, it was hard to avoid it. Like ignoring a herd of elephants in the room.
Eventually, he had some kind of duty thing and I was left all alone. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't glad. The past thirteen years of my life had just been regurgitated in front of me and the father I thought to be dead was now planning to kill my mate and destroy my pack. I had to have some time to make sense of it all if that was even possible.
There was also the grief, shock and utter terror of the Halimede attack to deal with. And the fact that Connor has a son. And the fact that I was effectively being held prisoner in a castle ran by exiled rebels.
It must have been three hours and a lot of tears later before I finally got myself together and began hatching a plan to escape. I loved Dad and Connor and would like to stay with them but I couldn't risk being used to get to my mate. For the benefit of my pack and my family, I had to leave. The window, although large enough to climb through, was three tall stories up and situated on a face of stone with a sheer gripless drop. Connor had locked the door on the way out but that's nothing I couldn't pick...however the two guards I could hear on the other side of the wall...maybe not.
There was one other option. Naturally, I had looked under the rugs for any sign of an escape route C and to my surprise, I had hit gold. The darkness meant that I couldn't tell where the passage led but the minimal way sounds echoed suggested it was not particularly deep and the air wasn't cold implying it didn't lead outside to where snow was continually falling. I had been stripped of my personal belongings, including my phone, so I ventured into the abyss empty-handed.
In hindsight, the candle on the ledge above the fireplace would have been a helpful item to bring.
I fumbled my way through until I felt what seemed to be a wooden door. It was stiff but nothing that wouldn't open with a hard kick. I squinted at the brightness of the light in comparison to the tunnel but I could just about make out a corridor with stone walls, a stone floor and the occasional vase of flowers. Still in the castle but we can work with this.
Tiptoeing down the corridor, I constantly looked behind me and brought my ears to attention.
It wasn't until I reached a corner that I sensed any sign of anyone. Two deep voices in a whisper and I could just about make up three heartbeats. If I could hear theirs, the chances are they could hear my very fast beating one.
I looked around me, trying to find some form of cover. There was the passage I had come out of but that was far away now and surely they'd hear my footsteps. There was a vase but what is this, a cartoon?
Instead, I just pressed myself against the wall and hoped they'd turn back the other way before I died from holding my breath.
I guess I'm not that lucky.
"Do you hear that?" one said to another. "A heartbeat from over there."
Fuck.
"I can smell someone too," the other replied. "Smells like...Loren..."
Double fuck.
With nothing to lose, I turned to run down the hallway to the passage. What's that saying?...You can run but you can't hide.
Turns out, that saying isn't always true. Sometimes you can't do either.
"Guard, get her," one ordered and I immediately heard a set of heavy footsteps come my way.
I had a head start and I was a fast runner but unlike the guard, I didn't know this castle. I was in his sight; going down the passageway would be futile and only ruin my chances of using it again so I passed it and turned a corner. And just like that, I found my self-trapped. Guard to the right of me, guard to the left. Here I am stuck in the middle with...myself? (Stealer's wheel reference sorry not sorry).
"Do you have permission to be here, Miss?" the guard I had come face to face with around the corner asked.
"...yes?" I answered although it came out more like a question.
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