We had to be close to a town. There were paintings on these walls, priceless antiques, massive chandeliers, and a hell of a lot of money that went into furnishing and decorating this place.
It hadn’t always been a prison.
No one would spend this kind of money on something a bunch of little frat shits were going to trash. It was someone’s home, and they wouldn’t have built it leagues away from town. A home like this is for entertaining. There was a ballroom, for Christ’s sake.
I wrung my hands. I couldn’t care less who dumped me here. Right now, I just needed to get somewhere safe.
And then I heard it.
A call—a howl—above me. I stopped, my blood freezing. Tipping my head up, I followed the sound as it drifted from my left to my right, my pulse skipping a beat as the floorboards above whined with weight.
Simultaneously. In several places.
They were upstairs, and there was more than one. Taylor saw me run this way. Why would they be upstairs?
And then I remembered what else was upstairs. Aydin.
Taylor spoke of him like he was a threat. Were they going to him first?
An echo of a voice traveled down the hall, and I trained my ears, the window behind me beckoning.
Another cry echoed farther down, possibly from the foyer, and then another howl somewhere around me.
I twisted around, dizzy. What the hell was going on? The nerves under my skin fired, and I forced myself to swallow as bile churned in my stomach.
They were spreading out.
Wolves. I paused, remembering the howls outside. It was like wolves. A pack separates to surround its prey and test for weaknesses. They flank the sides and the rear.
Tears hung at the corners of my eyes, and lifted my chin, pushing them away. Will.
How long had he been here? Where were his friends? Did he have me brought here as revenge? What the hell?
I told him not to push me all those years ago. I warned him. This wasn’t my fault. He got himself put here.
I dove into a billiards room, grabbed a cricket bat off the wall, and crept back out, hugging the walls with my back and darting my eyes all around for any sign of them. Chills spread up my arms, and despite the cold, a light layer of sweat covered my neck. Training my ears, I listened as I took one quiet step after another.
A thud hit the floor above me, and I sucked in a breath, shooting my eyes to the ceiling again as I trailed behind the stairs.
What the hell was going on?
A blue hue, like moonlight streaming through a window, lit the dark marble floor down the hallway, and I followed it, heading to the back of the house.
I inhaled, a sting hitting my nose. Sterile, like bleach. Taylor said the cleaners and staff just left.
My knees shook, and my heart hammered in my chest. I felt like I was already walled in, and I didn’t even know it.
“Here!” someone shouted.
I gasped, flattening myself to the wall as I slipped around a corner.
Peering back around it, I spotted shadows moving along the wall as they found my open window.
“She’s running!” one of them shouted.
I exhaled, fisting my hands. Yes. They thought I crawled out the window.
Their footfalls pounded across the floor, racing back toward the foyer, hopefully, and I clasped my hand over my mouth as they faded away.