Chapter 200: Never Alone
DAHLIA POV
My body hurts as I tried to run and maybe that was why, because I was trying to run. I have to remember that my body wasn’t in the shape it was once before. I was so sure that I was dead. After Callum had tortured me almost to the point where I had lost my voice because I was screaming so loud, I allowed my body to disappear into that numb place. The place where I disappear to my happy place but that suddenly became a nightmare and so I took solace elsewhere.
I locked up whatever memories that I had left. Too many memories hurt and made the pain even more unbearable. So I figured if I let go of my memories, I could ease some of my pain. But then Reagan had showed up. I wanted to believe that he was just a figment of my imagination. Someone I had conjured up because I was desperate to escape the pain,
It turns out that he was indeed real. He came for me, he came for me when everyone had told me countless of times that he wasn’t coming. I had believed that and I wanted to believe that he wasn’t real, that he couldn’t have come for me but he did it and he wasn’t alone.
He had brought Nikolai, Killian and also Bjorn and a whole lot of army with him! That was enough to bring out the fire that I had buried inside.
Gripping the sword tightly, I limped through the corridor, my eyes scanning the cell where the people I had tried to escape with. I searched until I finally came across the right one. A relieved smile formed on my face but it slowly disappeared when I noticed that there was a soldier standing in front of it, his sword drawn, poised to fight.
My heart skipped a beat but I didn’t let my fear show, instead I gripped my sword and stared at him prepared to battle even though I knew I was in no condition to. The soldier seemed to know it too because he stared at me with a smirk at me before he lashed out at me. My blocking was weak, pitiful almost. But it was just enough to deflect the blade before it could slice through my body.
The soldier smirked again before he lashed out again, this time more forcefully. I blocked it again but this time around the force was so great it sent me stumbling against the wall. A grunt escaped me as I felt pain creep up my side where the bruises were still fresh.
The soldier laughed as he pressed his sword against me holding me tighter against the wall as I had nowhere to go to. I grunted as I pushed back, using all my strength to keep the sword from cutting into my shoulders.