Allyson's POV
The sound of my heels echoed against the marble as I fled through the grand hall. Reagan's voice boomed behind me, desperate and demanding, but I refused to turn back.
"Allyson! Stop running!"
His footsteps thundered after me, but I was already pushing through the heavy doors into the night air. The cold wind slapped my face like a wake-up call, cutting through the suffocating atmosphere I'd left behind.
My chest heaved as I gasped for breath, each inhale sharp and painful. My legs trembled beneath me, but I forced myself to keep moving. If I stopped now, if I let myself think about what had just happened, I would shatter completely.
I reached my car with shaking hands, dropping my keys twice before managing to unlock the door. Once inside, I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles went white. The engine roared to life, and I pressed the accelerator harder than necessary.
