After escaping the banquet hall, I leaned against the manor’s outer wall, trying to catch my breath. My phone suddenly buzzed. A message lit up the screen:
[Sera, got the European visa and passport for your fake ID. Tomorrow, 9 AM, black market, usual spot.]
It was the broker who sold me the fake ID last time.
I read it three times, then suddenly laughed out loud.
As I laughed, tears streamed down my cheeks, splashing onto the phone screen, blurring the words.
Finally. It was all finally going to end.
I wouldn’t have to wait for him to come home anymore, smelling the faint trace of his Alpha scent in the air. I wouldn’t have to choke down
