Beating her fists against the wood of the door that sat between her and the man who kept her captive, Juliette screamed at the top of her lungs in an attempt to gain Dimitri’s attention. She knew if she could manage enough of a ruckus than perhaps he would try and calm her down-allowing her the chance to either escape or convince him to let her go. But with each hour that passed, Juliette became curious if perhaps he had left her to die and succumb to starvation or hunger. Just as this thought left her mind, the sound of steps crossing to and from her door gave her an alert of having been protected by one of his guards-but still absent from him.
A portion of her found relief in being isolated from Dimitri. She had grown from fearing, loving, hating, then loving him once again-to now bein
