Chapter 53
Haven
Melissa’s going to kill me. When I couldn’t find a rock to throw through the window, I wrapped her bougie jacket around my fist and punched it out.
My plan worked, but there were casualties.
RIP Chanel.
Maybe they’ll join her Prada’s in heaven, the ones I ditched when they kept snagging against foliage.
Since it’s already fucked, I use the wadded-up jacket to clear away the jagged shards of glass still clinging to the window frame, then reach inside to feel for a latch.
Seconds later, I’m carefully climbing through the window, trying not to cut my feet on the glass scattered on the floor inside.
There’s a chance Kai might follow me here.
Which means I have a minute, maybe two, to figure out if there’s anywhere to barricade myself…
Damn it.
This cabin looked a lot bigger from the outside.
It’s all one big open area—the kitchen, the living space, the bedroom. No separate room with a door, like I’d hoped.
Except for one tiny, walled-off area in a far corner that I’m assuming is the bathroom.
And that door looks mighty flimsy.
Shit!
I rush to the other side of the lodge, flattening myself against the wall so I can peek through the window.
The spotlight makes the shadows between the trees that much darker.
Kai could be anywhere.
Unless he gave up.
I run to a different window and peek out. The spotlight is shining on the other side of the cabin, creating a long shadow that almost reaches the trees. That would be the best escape route, and since I’ve established this cabin is more a prison than a fort, I don’t have a choice but to climb out and head back into the trees.
My hand goes to the latch, my lips pursing as I try to open it.
It might as well have been glued shut.
Fuck. I wrap Melissa’s jacket around my fist, ready to smash yet another window, but pause when I see movement outside.
My heart hammers in my chest as I dart back against the wall.
Kai had the same idea as I did, sticking to the shadows as much as possible. Except he’s not trying to escape.
He’s headed straight to this window.
My eyes dart across the cabin, to the window I’d smashed up gaining entry.
I take a few quick breaths and bolt over the floor, weaving around the furniture like a seasoned snowboarder.
Forgetting in my rush about the glass.
