#Chapter 74 – Secret Hideaway

As I regain my feet, Victor grasps my hand and pulls me to my bedroom door. The alarm is blaring – I’m struggling to think beyond it. He cracks the door open, peeking outside, and slams it shut. “Shit,” he says. “What?” “Your fathers Betas, coming down the hall. Quick, Evelyn, is there another way out of this room?” He twists the lock on the door, but I know that won’t hold them long. I’m the obvious flight risk in this house – if there’s an alarm going off, everyone knows it’s for me. “Um…” my eyes scan my childhood bedroom, which still has its pink four-post bed, complete with gauzy white canopy, and pink flowered wallpaper on every wall. “No,” I breathe, “there’s no other way out. When I look towards my closet, though, I’m struck with an idea. “But we can hide.” I pull Victor towards and into my tiny child’s closet, which still holds important outfits from my years living in this house. I push past my graduation gown, my first work uniforms – god, my wedding dress – and yes