••{RHIANNON'S POV}••
The moment Azrael left, the words he said burned into my mind.
"We're getting married in seven days."
I suddenly feel like I'm drowning. Like the walls are closing in on me.
"No…" I whisper to myself. "This can't—this can't be real."
I have to do something. I can't just sit here and wait for seven days to pass by until I'm wed to that… monster. I have to find a way out of here.
I bunch up the skirts of my bloody wedding gown and swing my legs off the bed. My knees falter at first, quivering under me, but I force them to hold. I stagger toward the towering doors and close my fingers around the cold handles and twist.
The door doesn't open.
I twist again and again until my breath starts to come out in sharp, quick bursts but it's useless.
The door is locked.
