Maybe a quarter mile.
The driveway to the estate is miles long. Miles. The cast iron streetlights that line it cast a pale yellow glow down the paved road that winds through the woods, and I got maybe a quarter mile from the gate before I heard the gravel kick up as tires moved behind me. Gazing to place where the woods begin, I think maybe theyâre another quarter mile away.
The car heading toward me isnât driving fast and I merely walk to the side of the road and stand there crossing my arms when I hear it approach. I imagine I look like a petulant child, but itâs only because Iâm cold. The evening air in the shade is bitter and unforgiving.
My shoulder is numb, and so is all the pain. Iâm ready for it to end. However it comes, Iâm prepared for whatâs next.
The thought makes my throat tighten and thatâs when the window rolls down. Itâs Sebastian, not Carter. It takes me a moment to even recognize that itâs him. Addison told me about him when we were at his safe house. She showed me a few pictures of Carter and his brothers with Sebastian in them. I know itâs him, but that doesnât dampen the disappointment that Carter didnât come himself.
âCarter sent you?â I ask beneath my breath. Hating that I even expected Carter to bother with acquiring me. Of course he wouldnât. With the car idling, I wait for the man to speak.
Heâs obviously older, but his features are classically handsome. Heâs the type of man who could get away with whatever he wanted; he could charm you into anything. Even if there is an air of danger that surrounds him.
âWill you do me a favor and get in easy?â he asks me and a handsome smirk shows off his perfect teeth. âIâll do you a favor in return,â he offers.
Kicking at the driveway, I let my gaze fall and then feel the chill in the breeze before I ask him, âWhatâs that?â
âIâll drive; we can drive a bit until you calm down?â he offers. âYou can tell me why youâre upset.â
Although heâs seemingly kind, I loathe what he just said. âUpset?â I swallow thickly after speaking and Sebastian puts both of his hands up in defense.
âI donât want to make anything worse or step on anyoneâs toes, Aria.â His voice pleads with me as he adds, âJust help me make this better if I can.â
The sky darkens as I wait a moment. Watching this man and finding myself envious of him. He knew Carter. The boy before he turned into what he is now. Curiosity overwhelms any anger with that thought.
My legs move on their own and I find myself climbing into the car. The door shuts with a dull thud, silencing the faint sounds of the forest.
âIâm Aria,â I offer him even though he already knows. âIâm sorry we had to meet this way.â My manners seem to come back to me as he lets off the brakes and we move forward.
The locks in the car are automatic and they slam down, sounding far louder than they should and reminding me what all of this is for me, a prison.
âIâve met people under worse circumstances,â he tells me. He keeps his word, driving slowly on the long path. So slow I could walk faster than this, but Iâm simply grateful to be heading away from Carterâs castle of heartlessness.
âI donât want to go back,â I say absently. I donât expect it to make any bit of difference. As the confession leaves me, I stare at the lock on the door, so easily lifted if only I were to reach out.
âYou know I have to give you back to him, right?â
My pulse races and then seems to frost over as I remember Daniel offering me an out only days ago. I could have run, I could have accepted Danielâs offer, although who knows if he truly meant it or not.
âIâve never seen him like this.â Sebastian starts to say something else, but then he shakes his head and waves off the thought. âI donât want to get in between you two,â he tells me.
âEveryone else is,â I answer flatly and then really look at him until his eyes dart to mine. âEveryone has always been between us.â Thatâs the sad truth. If it were only us, thereâs no question Iâd be by his side.
Parts of Sebastian remind me of Eli, or maybe I simply long for someone to confide in, someone who understands and respects the situation the way Eli did. The thought brings a swell of emotion up my chest and I stare out of the window, at the dark green leaves strewn in between the dried-up amber ones.
âHey.â Sebastianâs voice brings my focus back to him.
âHave you talked to him today?â The concern on his face seems out of place as he waits for me to answer.
âI just got up, andâ¦â I trail off to swallow the sickness rising up my throat, remembering what happened when I made it to the bathroom. âI havenât.â Thereâs nothing left to say. Thatâs the truth of the situation, but I donât bother to voice it.
The silence in the car is awkward. Sebastian asks questions I donât want to answer.
âWhatâs wrong?â
I donât bother to even give him a response to that one.
âDo you like the quiet too?â he asks me after a moment passes with neither of us talking.
âYou like the quiet?â I ask him to clarify and he shakes his head no.
âCarter always did.â
Again I turn to the window. Itâs not shocking that the brooding man prefers silence. And the way that little fact tugs at me makes me wish I hadnât climbed into the car.
âAlthough some days heâd turn up the radio just to numb it all out.â He clears his throat and turns the car around. As heâs making the three-point turn to head back to the estate he tells me, âWhen heâd stay with me, back when his mom was sick, he always wanted it to be quiet. He used to say the quiet was his safe place, but then again, he grew up with four brothers and the only time it was quiet was when he wasnât home⦠soâ¦â He shrugs.
âWhat was he like back then?â
Sebastian regards me for a second and slows down as we near the estate.
âStubborn, ambitious,â he answers me and then says, âloyal to a fault.â
He stops in front of the gate and I ask him to go around just one more time. My hands feel clammy as my gaze flicks to the lock and then back to him. I donât think he saw though.
âSo heâs always been like this?â It comes out as more of a statement than a question, but Sebastian refutes it.
âCarter wasnât ever like this. He wasnât brutal, he was fair. He didnâtâ¦â Sebastian stops his thoughts again and this time a darker set of emotions plays on his face. âI should have never left,â he confides in me and I give him a weak smile.
âIf I could go back,â he starts to say, but I cut him off, stating, âYou can never go back.â
The moment ends with silence as the car continues to move farther away. Closer and closer to the point in the road where Iâve chosen. The place where he turned around last time. Where he slowed down the most, and the farthest down the drive that heâll go.
âWhy did you leave?â I ask Sebastian, more to distract him than anything else.
Sebastian doesnât even spare me a look as I reach for the lock. Heâs too busy pinching the bridge of his nose to keep whatever emotions are haunting him at bay.
Click. I shouldnât have turned to look at him, wasting the split second but also feeling guilty from the look of surprise and hurt on his face when he sees me rip the handle back and push the door outward.
He hears the lock click up though and his fingers wrap around my wrist, my left one with the deep gouges from the cuff last night. Fuck! The pain travels quickly and in a single electric motion. I hiss from the sudden jolt of pain as I rip my arm from his grasp, nearly falling out of the car until I have both feet on the ground and run as fast as I can. I donât stop. Not for a moment. Not when he cusses and puts the car in park. Not when I nearly trip moving from asphalt to dirt as I enter the woods. Every breath hurts my lungs as I heave in air.
A few menâs voices are carried into the woods. I know there are more men who guard the estate, but I donât know where they are. Somewhere they saw, which means theyâre close.
My legs are far too weak, and I can hear Sebastianâs car door open and then his hard steps on the pavement as I whip past branches. More men shout and the tree limbs lash out at me as if to punish me, and I take it. I take every bite of the thin boughs and when I get to a sudden edge, I fling myself over, eager to get away. To fall hard, and thatâs exactly what I do. Landing on my back, I hit the cold dirt and roll.
My palm braces against something at the same time my legs bash into the rough trunk of a tree. The bark tears at my legs and I bite down to keep from screaming in agony. It hurts to stand up, but I do. Feeling lightheaded and weak, I stumble at first but keep moving. The voices sound farther away now. I hope they are.
I donât know which way is which, but I run as fast and hard as I can. I canât outrun Sebastian; heâs far too big, and Iâve never been a runner. But Iâll hear him when he comes, and I can at least hide.
âFuck!â Sebastianâs voice reverberates in the forest and it sends birds flying out of the treetops. Their sudden movement makes my heart lurch, and Iâm staring up at them as I run into something hard.
Something with hands.
Something that grabs me.
The scream in my throat is held back by a large hand over my mouth.
My heart thumps and my anxiety spikes wildly until he shushes me, holding my small body close to his and hiding behind a thick tree.
âShh, be calm, Ria.â Nikolaiâs voice is the most comforting thing I could have asked for in this moment. Tiny cuts on my arms and face sting as I cling to Nikolai. Tears burn in the back of my eyes.
âIâve got you now.â