Miranda's POV
My knees were drawn to my chest, oddly close to the stack of clothes a maid had left on the bed's edge. For the vacation, the pieces I would wear.....if at all I actually decided to go.
Which I didn't....not yet at least.
The decision hung heavy in my mind, even if he had said that it would be a peaceful experience I still couldn't breach the unease to come to a positive response.
How could I?
His Beta literally had his fingers pressing into my throat of recent, would I be safe with Colton?
Only if Emily was here, she had a special thing for picking out my messed thoughts and rearranging them. I would've talked more to her about this, but she had left ....
I was still wrapped in my thoughts for a brief moment until a loud noise disrupted my thinking process. It was just not any noise, it was a gunshot.
I didn't think. I just ran.
I slipped into my slippers, yanked the door open, my heart slamming in my chest as I bolted through the hallway and down the steps.
