#Chapter 98: The Escape

Almara’s POV I sit motionless for a moment, waiting for Arthur to tell me he’s joking or that he has some other idea that doesn’t involve him leaving. I absent-mindedly stroke Grace’s hair. “Go.” Arthur commands. I expect to feel a sharp pain in my heart at his cold tone, but instead all that spreads throughout my body is this dead weight numbness. I somehow manage getting to my feet. Though my heart still feels numb, a dull throbbing jabs at my side. Andrew’s back is to us and I think about reaching my arm out, but decide against it. “I love you.” I whisper. As I turn around, I hear him choke back a sob and I have to quicken my pace or I’ll never leave. I step over Noah’s lifeless body, careful not to track any blood. It hits me as soon as I reach the steps. This hot anger that turns my blood cold. I hate Noah. I’m glad he’s dead. If it weren’t for him, Arthur and I would be leaving safely with one another from a hospital, it would be a joyous day. I trudge up the stairs, the