Betrayal lurched in Shayla’s stomach as she stirred the embers of the fire she’d built. The bed tempted her to sleep, but she was too paranoid to rest. She needed to remain alert and ready to move. Old castles were known for their passageways. She was in the main suite connected to Aiden’s room. All she had to do was wait for him to fall asleep. Then she could escape. She trembled at the thought of sneaking out and leaving the castle. Aiden obviously believed she was in danger. After nearly dying more than once in the last few hours, she couldn’t deny it. Maybe she could trust Aiden, but she had no intention of sticking around to find out. Like a noose, she could feel the danger closing in on her from all sides. If she could just make it to town, she could haul ass home. The neighboring room had fallen silent more than an hour ago. If she wanted to leave, it had to be now, before the sun set. If she saw Aiden again, she feared she wouldn’t be able to remain strong and unaffected.
