I step into the room and gaze around it and before I can even react, Enzo shuts the door and turns the lock. With a gasp, I run to the door and pound on it. “Did you lock me in here?”
“I can’t hear you,” he says through the door.
“I know you can. Did you actually just lock me in here? Why?”
“I don’t trust you not to run. And this way, it’s more fun.” His footsteps grow quieter when he walks away.
“Enzo!” I scream, pounding on the door but he doesn’t come back. What. The. Hell? I can’t believe he just locked me in here. Well… I can believe it. He’s an asshole. I’ve always known. But to actually lock me in here? Hell no.
I’ve snuck out of my father’s house hundreds of times. I can do the same with Enzo’s house.
The problem is: I’m on the second floor and there’s no trellis on the side of the wall like at my dad’s house. But there is a tree across from my window. If I can reach it…
Fortunately, the window isn’t locked and opens easily. The tree is a little bit further than I was expecting but I can jump to it. I will die if I fall.
At least, I don’t think I will.
And honestly, would death be such a bad outcome? It would beat having to be married to an annoying ass like Enzo.
With a deep breath, I get onto the ledge of the window and I jump. My hands manage to grab one of the branches. Thank god.
Now all I have to do is scale down.
I huff and grunt as I swing my body towards the next trunk and I manage to make it. I can do this, I tell myself. I’m Kira Petrov. Strong and confident and unafraid.
Except, I do have fears and Enzo knows he’s one of them.
I keep making my way down the tree… until my hand slips and I fall.
I’m not that far from the ground but far enough that when I land on my feet, my ankle twists and I fall down. I wince from the searing pain through my ankle. It’s not broken but I twisted it badly. Shoot. That’s going to make running away challenging.
But I still get up and limp around the house towards the driveway. Every step causes pain through my ankle. I’ll need to see a doctor. Well, that’s a problem for another time.
My current problem is coming out of the house right now.
“Kira!” Enzo shouts, running towards me. I try to run myself but my ankle gives out and I fall to the ground. He stands over me, blocking out the sunlight. “How did you get out of your room?”
“The tree.”
He looks between me and the tree before sighing. “You’re insane.”
“No. You are. You locked me up!”
“And clearly it didn’t work. Get up. We’re going back inside.”
“I don’t have to listen to you.” I start to crawl away before Enzo grabs me around the waist and plants me on my feet… until I fall into his arms because the pain in my ankle is too much.
“Did you hurt yourself?” he asks, sounding actually concerned for me.
“My ankle,” I admit. “But I can handle it.” I try stepping on it only to cry out from the pain.
Enzo scoops me into his arms before I can even react.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Taking you to the hospital. You’re hurt. And if your brother and father think it was because of me, it won’t be good.”
“This is because of you.”
