For the first time, something shifted in his eyes. He didn’t speak, but I saw the flicker of guilt—or maybe doubt—flicker across his features. He stepped back and pulled out his phone with trembling fingers.
He dialed Lucien.
I could barely make out the conversation over the ringing in my ears, but some words made it through.
“Sir, it’s been too long. She looks pale… dangerously so. If we keep going—she might not survive. And the baby...”
“Continue,” Lucien said coldly, his tone void of hesitation.
Then a female voice filtered through the line—soft, sickeningly sweet.
Vanessa.
“Lucien… maybe she really can’t handle this anymore,” she said with mock concern lacing her voice. “What if something goes wrong?”
“If it does, so be it,” Lucien snapped. “Let it happen. She brought this on herself. Keep it going until sunrise.”
The butler didn’t say another word. He looked at me briefly, his eyes blank again, and turned back to the harness.
Then… he pushed me off once more.
This time, my body didn’t fight.
There was no resistance left in me—just limp limbs and the numbing sound of air rushing past. My mind drifted far from the moment. I was barely conscious, the wind lulling me into a cruel sleep.