– CHAPTER 33 –
Estella.
"Freiin!" cried a male voice, strong and stressed.
Her shoulders jerked up suddenly, and her eyes widened in shock. Thinking about how her plan to flee had once again backfired, her stomach twisted. She could not attempt to leave now, not with him there.
It wasn't strange or magic how she could easily tell who that bass voice belonged to, even in her current state of high distress. It was no magic at all. She'd heard it too many times today; it'd engrained itself in the thickest part of her memory.
The door slammed shut. Quick, agitated footfalls kicked the air, robbing it of its not-so-quiet solitude. Estella could not afford to be bothered by the sudden mood change — she was right then, dancing at death's door.
One hand clutched tight at her throat, pressing down her windpipe while simultaneously fight-coughing to save her life.
