"I did as you told me. Please… don't hurt me," Darius pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut. But inside, he was already bracing himself for Rowan's wrath.
The next instant, he felt his feet leaving the ground.
Whoosh!
He was flung across the room.
When he opened his eyes again, he was crashing into the wall outside the room, pain exploding through his body.
Meanwhile, Rowan strode toward the bed where Alice lay.
"Mrs. Smith," he called.
But no response.
"Mrs. Smith," he repeated, louder.
At last, her eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes slowly opened.
"Logan…?" she whispered weakly, her vision blurred.
"No, Mrs. Smith. It's me — Rowan. I'm here to get you out of here. Come with me."
Alice tried to rise, but her frail body failed her, and she began to collapse back onto the bed. Before she could fall, Rowan caught her gently by the shoulders and helped her up.
