Chapter 107 – The Wedding Part 1
Amara
It’s already afternoon when I look out the window, watching the guards and guests fill the garden—each one taking their rightful seat or post. It seems like every person under Killian’s control has gathered around, eager to witness his triumph.
I draw in a sharp breath as my heart beats faster. I’m not afraid of what has to be done. I’m not afraid to die for it either. If I can’t escape these walls he built, then I’ll make damn sure I die inside them on my own terms. If it means my friends—no, my family—get to breathe free air outside of Killian’s wrath, then so be it.
What I am afraid of… is never seeing Liam again.
Never feeling his soft lips against mine.
Never feeling that pull with each kiss.
Never knowing the safety I never thought I needed until I found it in his arms.
Was he perfect? No. But neither was I. We both carried scars that shaped us into something else—our desires, our fears, the way we think and love. But his demons didn’t drown me. His touch never made me afraid. When I was sent to prison, I only intended to survive it, but the world had another plan.
It showed me what a real man was. One of power, darkness, and control—but one who used that power to protect, not destroy. Liam taught me that being drawn to the dark didn’t have to mean my undoing. That love could exist even in the shadows.
The bells ring, low and heavy. I rise, taking one last breath as the door to my room opens. A guard waits silently to escort me. I take his arm, and we walk through the empty hall. The silence chills me—it’s usually so full of life and motion, but today, the only sound is the hum of the foundation and our footsteps echoing off the walls.
When we finally reach the door leading outside to the garden, he opens it. I pause for a heartbeat, inhale once more, and step into the light.
Show time.
The last show his “Little one” will ever perform.
Gasps ripple through the crowd as I walk down the aisle, but my eyes stay locked on Killian. I don’t break focus. I don’t waver. Let them whisper—let them take in the sight of the woman who will shift their world off its axis.
Killian smiles, that slow approving look I’d counted on. My shoulders relax just slightly. Approval instead of anger—exactly what I wanted. I knew then that his distraction, his arrogance, would play right into my hands. Could I strike early? Sure. But that would be merciful, and I wasn’t in the business of mercy.
Killian loved a good show.
And how could I ever deny my master his final one?
I smile back gracefully, reaching the arch and stepping beneath it. The man marrying us clears his throat as Killian takes my hands in his.
“You look… stunning,” he whispers.
“Thank you, Master,” I whisper back, my voice soft, obedient.
But in my mind, I see the blade sliding in smooth as butter, the blood spilling across his perfect suit. I imagine the shock in his eyes—the moment he realizes he didn’t break a girl. He built a monster.
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Phoebe
It was almost time.
I stand near the door, muscles coiled tight, waiting for Lee’s signal. My pulse pounds so hard I can feel it in my fingertips. The air feels thick, heavy, charged with the kind of silence that always comes before something big—something that can’t be undone.
A loud thud echoes, and the door hisses open.
“Go!” Lee grabs my hand, and we run.
We don’t look back. We don’t slow down. The hallways blur into one long tunnel of flickering lights and cold concrete. Lee moves fast—too fast—but I trust him. He knows this route like he’s memorized every inch of it, and maybe he has.
His watch beeps—five minutes. His grip tightens.
“Come on!” he says, breath ragged but voice steady.
I match his pace, lungs burning, legs screaming. Every turn, every shadow feels like a ghost reaching for us, but we keep going until we burst through a final door into the open air.
A van waits outside, back doors open. Lee shoves me in and climbs after, slamming them shut.
“Stay quiet. Stay low.”
We duck behind a stack of boxes. The engine roars to life, the van jerking forward, the hum of tires rolling against asphalt.
Then—silence again. The van slows. Muffled voices outside.
The door creaks open.
A guard climbs in, flashlight beam cutting across the dark interior.
Lee hovers over me, shielding me completely. The light sweeps past—close, too close—before clicking off.
“All clear,” the guard calls, stepping back out.
The doors slam shut. Metal grinds, a gate screeches open, and the van starts moving again. I don’t breathe until I hear the steel crash closed behind us.
We’re out.
The road feels endless. Each bump sends a tremor through me—fear, disbelief, hope. Finally, Lee thumps twice on the wall, and the van slows to a stop.
The driver jumps out, opening the doors. “Lee? You in here?”
“Yeah,” Lee answers, pulling me up beside him.
“Thanks, man,” he says, clapping the driver’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it,” the driver replies. “The boat’s waiting at the docks, stocked with what you asked for.” He hands Lee a burner phone. “Liam’s number’s already saved. Wait until you’re far enough before you call.”
Lee nods. “Got it.”
We take off running again, the night air sharp in my lungs. The docks come into view—dark water, silver reflections, the promise of freedom ahead. We climb into the boat, and Lee fires the engine to life.
The fortress fades behind us, swallowed by shadow and distance.
My throat tightens. I can’t stop thinking about her—Amara, walking into her own kind of fire. But she’s never been one to burn quietly.
We’ll get to Liam.
We’ll bring her home.
We won’t let her down.
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