My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 13

The doorknob was broken. Again.

Just like last time.

Emily Blair’s heart hammered in her chest, wild and frantic, as if it might burst free at any moment.

Behind her, Andrew Lane’s breathing was growing heavier—ragged, uneven, threatening to tip over into something dangerous.

It struck Emily how precise Isabella Austin’s timing had been.

The drug Isabella slipped Andrew was kicking in, taking hold.

Emily could only be grateful she’d managed to explain everything earlier—and that she’d forced herself to throw up all the juice she’d swallowed.

She turned, pressing her back against the door, eyes alert, fixed on Andrew.

Andrew was hunched on the edge of the bed, both hands pressed to his forehead, ears flushed bright red. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath as he fought to keep control.

Emily’s lips pressed into a tight line as she gripped the broken doorknob in her hand, knuckles white.

If Andrew lost it and came at her, she’d use the heavy metal knob as a weapon—she was ready to smash it against him if she had to.

“Andrew, the door’s broken—I can’t open it. Someone will come to fix it soon. You need to calm down.”

Andrew’s breath rasped, rough and desperate. He looked up at her, brow furrowed, those dark, narrow eyes threaded with red and wild suspicion. His lips were drawn into a thin, grim line, voice hoarse and raw.

“You knew I was drugged?”

The accusation in his eyes was almost unbearable, and Emily bristled.

“If you want to suspect someone, maybe you should start with Isabella—the one who handed you the juice.”

Andrew’s gaze bore into her, crimson and intense, the veins at his temple pulsing. He looked less like a man and more like a wild animal on the verge of losing all reason.

Emily’s heart pounded so hard she thought it might split her chest. Her grip on the doorknob tightened.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Then Andrew bowed his head, threading his fingers through his hair, the veins on his hands standing out as he struggled for control.

Emily couldn’t relax. She knew exactly how strong the drug was—Isabella had used something potent. Even someone as disciplined as Andrew Lane wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer; soon, he’d lose himself completely.

All she could do was pray Isabella would hurry back with help.

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