Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

Chapter Fourteen
Hallie
When my eyes open the following morning, a faint fog hangs over me. It feels like I had a little
too much to drink last night, but since I know I didn’t, I assume I’m feeling the effects of being
drugged.
Even more disturbing, the strong arm locked around my waist and the hot, hard length pressed
against my backside? All parts belonging to the man who drugged me.
I’ve gotta get out of here.
I feel like Alice waking up in Wonderland after a night she either doesn’t entirely remember, or
one she wishes she could forget. All I want to do is gather my things and run as fast as I can back to
that rabbit hole. I’ll claw my way back out of it if I have to, I just need to feel my feet on solid ground
again.
Hoping he’s a heavy sleeper but not knowing for sure, I take my sweet time very carefully lifting
the blanket underneath his hand and slowly moving out from under it, inch by inch until I can ease
myself off the bed.
If he stays asleep, I can find my clothes and my cat and get the hell out of here without having to
face him again.
That seems impossible. He seems too present in this room that smells like him and feels like
him, that chokes me with his presence and seems utterly inescapable.
And yet, I’m able to slip out unnoticed.
When I get on the other side of the door, I pause because it doesn’t feel right.
Last night when I tried so desperately to escape, I couldn’t. This morning all I have to do is slip
out while he sleeps?
But I don’t waste time questioning my good fortune. I’m too busy searching all over the place for
my clothes. Marie was easy, she is snoozing peacefully in the little blanket bed he made for her, but as
I move carefully through every room but his bedroom, I realize he must have brought my clothes in
there.
I stop and look at the door, the thick mahogany with its perfect, gleaming ridges. I can’t shake the
feeling that he’s awake on the other side, even though he hasn’t come out yet. Perhaps it’s paranoia,
but I don’t want to miss my chance to leave.
I can’t very well leave naked, either, so I do the only thing I can think of—grab Calvin’s coat out
of his coat closet. It’s long and black, thick wool that can easily cover my nakedness if I pull it