Chapter 44

Quentin leaned in as if to kiss me. I closed my eyes, silently begging for help. Suddenly, warm liquid splattered all over my face and body, and an overwhelming weight nearly crushed me. I dared not open my eyes as Quentin’s head rested against my face. Then my restraints were released, and I was dropped onto a wooden board—a searing pain making me wince. Around me, a chaotic mix of sounds—cursing, pleading, crying, heavy footsteps, and the clatter of machinery—swirled into a confused blur. Then, silence fell. I felt an unexpected lightness as someone removed the burly man draped over me, zipped up my trousers, and straightened my clothes. Soon after, I was lifted into an embrace. I recognized the familiar hug, the comforting scent, and the soothing voice as it whispered, “I'm sorry, baby—I’m late. But I'm here.” Trembling, I finally found the courage to open my eyes. There, standing before me, was Jasper—his chiseled features bathed in a soft glow and his deep eyes