Chapter 12
Rose stepped away from the burning storage room. The flames inside the room light up the outside, illuminating her face as it pointed to the people behind the damage.
Rose turned away from Zayne and began to run. She had a small opening for when she could make it out of the brothel so she could not waste it standing around here with a man she did not know.
Zayne watched as she took her chance to run. He was curious how far she could make it out of the brothel thanks to her plan. He had to applaud her for being so bold to get away from here. Everyone else seemed to accept their fate.
Zayne moved away from the storage before the flames could reach him. There was going to be a lot of trouble when all the bottles started to break and more alcohol was added to the already bad fire.
Away from him, Rose hid as the brothel servants took notice of the fire and ran to ring the bell to sound that there was trouble.
Graham’s guards were the first to go to see what trouble there was, then the customers exited the rooms they had paid for most likely thinking that the town guards were there. There were women screaming and men yelling as their night was disturbed.
Rose snuck by them, heading toward the other way out instead of the front gates. It was too dangerous to go there when everyone would be running there to get away from the fire. If one of the women, servants, or guards spotted her, they would call for Graham.
Rose stopped at the gates used to go out to a pasture where Graham kept his beloved horse. Behind the pastures was a way for her to make it into the mountains and far away from the town. Rose squeezed herself through the small bars, her body aching as she wasn’t as small as she was when she tried to escape in her younger days.
She had gone from getting stale bread during the days she was to be sold to Graham once making her eat more than she needed.