As soon as the door shut behind Marix, color seemed to drain away from the estate. The blossoming flowers filling the entryway and the beautiful deep green of the ivy that climbed the old stone walls turned to a sickening gray right before her very eyes.
The pain that was blooming on her bicep where Lord Evans gripped her, felt dull in comparison to what she knew was coming next.
Her heart sank and her stomach lurched as she felt him yank her towards the house.
She opened her mouth to call out for Marix, but it was no use, her voice had retreated to deep within her, hiding and not daring to come out.
The sight of the door he had disappeared behind slowly faded into the distance as she reached her hand out, hoping he'd somehow open it up again to come save her.
Unfortunately, her ears honed in on the sound of the horse hooves and the carriage wheels driving away, which caused a huge, painful lump to form in her throat.
