Chapter 80. A Gunshot

BRIANNA’S POV

More than two hours have passed now and Amelia hadn’t come. Darkness had fallen outside, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was keeping her. Restless and anxious, I needed to see her.

My heart raced in my chest, and my breaths were heavy and prickly against my nostrils. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and brows, despite the chilly night.

What if they caught her? Maybe the guard that stood outside the door or the maid that came in overheard us when we were talking about the plan and told Sebastian about it… maybe he had fired her or worse, was punishing her.

“No…no…no,” I mumbled, wiping the sweat on my forehead and brows with the back of my hands as I paced the cell, worry wrapping me in its thick coat. “Please let it not be what I’m thinking.”

I didn’t want Amelia to suffer because of me. I didn’t want anyone to suffer again because they were trying to help me. I didn’t want what happened to Lily – the maid who tried to help me esca