A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator novel Chapter 350

Some of the anger simmering inside him seemed to dissolve. After a moment’s pause, he brushed the sweat from her forehead, his touch oddly gentle as he pulled away, patience straining in his voice. “Little Nine, you—”

“Can I go now?”

Elissa cut him off before he could finish. Her tone was icy, as if they hadn’t just shared the most intimate moment two people could. The distance in her voice was unmistakable.

Without waiting for a response, she forced herself to ignore the pain that made her legs tremble, climbed briskly out of bed, and gathered her clothes from the floor with practiced efficiency.

She looked every bit the perfect lover—detached, self-sufficient, not expecting or wanting anything more.

If Rowan truly saw her as just that, he might have found her independence convenient, even admirable. But now, as the soft rustle of her movements echoed from the hallway, he felt nothing but frustration.

She wanted to cut him off, just like that.

Fine.

Whoever gives in first is the loser.

The bedroom was still bathed in dim, golden light. Rowan took a few deep breaths, trying to steady his temper. Then he swung his long legs off the bed, flicked on the main light, and glanced toward the door where she’d vanished. His irritation only grew.

He bent to scoop up his discarded clothes, ready to toss them in the laundry basket, but his eyes caught on a dark red stain on the sheets. For a split second, his mind went blank. When the realization hit, it thundered through him, leaving him rooted to the spot.

It hadn’t been his imagination.

He snapped out of it, quickly threw on his clothes, and rushed out of the bedroom without a second thought.

Every step was agony for Elissa.

It had gone on too long. She could feel the raw burn on her skin, every movement a reminder of what had just happened.

Still, she moved fast.

If she lingered, she might lose her resolve.

Nine years ago, even after he’d tossed her aside without a shred of dignity, she’d still clung to him, sobbing, begging him not to leave her.

Now, she was the one pulling away.

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