Agatha's stomach churned at the sound of his voice, a wave of nausea crashing over her senses. Her brain felt foggy, and her thoughts jumbled like scattered puzzle pieces that she couldn't quite fit together. There was a strange heaviness in her chest, a tightening she couldn't explain. As Christian neared his room, the hand he'd been using to anchor her against his shoulder moved to open the door. She saw her chance. A spark of rebellion flared in her heart.
Without wasting a second, she drove her knee into his chest and bit down hard on his shoulder. He let out a grunt—not loud, but enough for her to hear—and his grip slackened just enough for her to slip free. She tumbled to the floor, landing hard on her butt, but there was no time to dwell on the ache. She scrambled to her feet and made a break for it.
