NOAH
Cyan was wealthy, he was experienced, he was an equal to the Wolfes. If I accepted his help, it wouldn't be an escape; it would be a surrender. It would prove that I was exactly what Cassian said: nothing special. A little Chihuahua that needed a new owner.
I wasn't going to beg Cyan to save me. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me broken.
Cyan waited for a response. When the silence stretched too long, he let out a soft, melodic sigh. "Goodnight, Noah."
His footsteps faded away.
I was alone. The suite was silent now, but the air felt different. The "distraction" was sitting in the dark, and for the first time since I got to Spain, I saw everything with terrifying clarity.
I couldn't take Cyan's offer. Being his "charity case" would be a different kind of prison. But Alex…
