Maria.
The moment I realized Vincent was chasing after me, a wave of relief quietly washed over me.
At least my plan had worked.
Leaving the room had truly been the best decision.
With Vincent's attention completely focused on me, Noah would finally be safe.
He would not have to remain trapped in that cramped hiding spot any longer.
Hopefully, once things settled down, he could quietly slip away without anyone noticing.
That thought alone eased some of the tension that had been weighing heavily on my chest.
Even if I had to deal with Vincent's persistence for a while longer, it was still worth it.
As long as Noah remained unharmed.
I continued walking until I reached what was supposed to be my room. The moment I stepped inside, I heard hurried footsteps behind me and before I could even close the door, Vincent caught up with me.
"Maria," he called out gently.
The next thing I knew, his hands had wrapped around my wrists.
