Chapter 29: The Inevitable Results

[Margaret’s POV] When Donald pushed me down onto the grass, a whirlwind of thoughts raced through my mind, merging into one single realization—we hadn’t truly escaped this. A pang of regret twisted inside me. If this was inevitable, why had we even tried to run? If this moment was bound to happen, I would have preferred the comfort of the house over the open wild. But it was too late to change anything now. The grass here was incredibly tall, rising higher than my head as I lay against the uneven earth. It tickled my exposed skin, and I could feel its rough, prickly touch through the thin fabric of my dress. My body tensed instinctively at the sensation, the discomfort amplifying every other sense within me. Donald hovered above me, his arms braced on either side of my head, shielding me from the rest of the world. All I could see was him—his broad shoulders, the rhythm of his breathing, and the intensity in his eyes. The scent of him, raw and masculine, surrounded me, clouding my