Yasmin

Two days.

He said I would have two days. As quick as I can I grab the shard of the plate, gripping it tightly in my fist before curling in on myself. There is something off with the wolf. I mean besides the fact he is a psychopath and thinks he's my mate.

"Good morning sweetie, how was your rest?" Just the sound of his sick voice makes my breaths heavier. It's the only thing to give away that I'm not sleeping. Hopefully, he won't notice but luck hasn't been on my side lately.

"It's earlier then I had planned, but we leave today. Our new place will be ready by Wednesday, that gives us four days to get there." Footfalls softly echo in the small space as his voice comes closer. I force myself you remain relaxed, fighting the temptation to launch myself at Keith.

All noise stops and I try to even my breathing, listening, and waiting for his next move but I hear only his exhales as he paces them with mine.

What is he doing? My head stays resting on my knees, arms still curled around my feet. He can't come at me from behind, my back is pushed into the corner of the room.

I have to see what he is doing! I go to lift my head but the sound of rushed movements stop me. The creak of the gate, the shuffle of feet as he slides in front of me, the jingle of keys. I watch his fingers from between my legs as he fumbles trying to find the right one. I flex my fingers slightly readying to strike. The soft click has me tense, and the weight holding me hostage is lifted from my leg.

Without a moment to think, I swing my arm back and with the force I have left, I aim for his neck.

To slow. Hot fingers wrap around my wrist stopping me mid-swing. I stare into his eyes for the first time since being here and I can see a cloud drift away from his sight.

What the hell was that?

"You're not Olivia, bitch."

Who the fuck is Olivia?

His hand connects hard to my face snapping my head to the side and flinging me to the ground. My head hits hard and a heavy feeling weighs down my body. I can feel my body shutting down, finally shutting down from lack of food and water.

"Oh no, Liv. Livy? OLIVIA!"

Who the fuck is Olivia, is my last thought.

***

I drift in and out, seeing flashes of bright light and then the blackness of night. My body rocks steady like it's in constant motion. He is still there. Keith. He talks to me, holding my face, rubbing my arms, pressing water to my lips. He is almost loving in the way he attends to me. If only it didn't repulse me.

"Liv? Are you awake?" I roll my head to face his voice. He glances at me, one hand on the steering wheel, the other squeezing my thigh.

I will my hand to lift gripping the top of his hand against my leg. His fingers lock with my, and I scowl at him. Well, at least I think I did. With everything I had left, I lift our hands and shake free of his grip, smiling when I see the hurt look across his features.

***

My body aches, the pinch in my neck letting me know I slept weird. My hand rubs at the side of my face, only no sting remains but the memory of how it occurred has me snapping my eyes open.

"Hey, your awake!" Keith cooed.

What's wrong with him. A bump in the road draws my focus to everything around me. The small car bumping and bouncing along an unpaved road, the tyres flicking up dirt and stone. Tall trees line either side of the road. So it wasn't a nightmare. We were still travelling.

I reach across my body for the door handle only for my arm to be pulled back with the bite of cold metal. Cuffed. He handcuffed me to himself.

"Oh yeah, it's for your safety. We're on Fae land at the moment. I asked for safe passage, but that doesn't mean they won't attack if we step foot on their land. Don't worry Liv, we will be home soon. It's not much further. Once we pass the barrier, no one will be able to take you from me again." His voice which started of light turned dark and a scowl passes over his features.

"Liv?" I question, not sure why he keeps calling me Liv.

"DON'T YOU SAY HER NAME" I recoil against my locked door as spit flies from his mouth. Like flicking a switch his face calms once more, "Sorry Livy, I didn't mean to yell. You know I love you right?"

Is the son of a bitch crazy? What the fuck? Who is Livy? I keep my head down but leave him in my sights, sure now Keith is completely unstable.

As he starts to pull into a large open space, it feels like I'm being push through jelly. With the car stopped, Keith turns to face me, I flinch without meaning to when his fingers graze my cheek pulling my face up so I look in his eyes.

Hatred flashed in his eyes before they almost cloud over again, "I need to fix that," I hear him mumble releasing my face.

It takes me a second before I noticed I'm free from the cuffs and my door is unlocked. With no second thought, my door is open and I'm running across the open field, pass a small cottage, heading straight for the surrounding forest. Hitting a wall, I'm thrown back onto my bum.

"When your done, come inside for an early dinner." Keith all but growls at me while I get back to my feet.

Reaching my hand out in front, I walk forward until I'm met with resistance. With my fingers dragging along the cool surface, I follow it the whole way around the open space.

Oh, screw this. I roll my shoulders and begin to shift. My hands grow claws but nothing else happens. I watch in disbelieve as my claws retract, unable to hold form. Why was I still weak?

The collar. My hand grip at my neck. I had grown used to the feel of it, I had forgotten it was there. That explains why he stopped my attack so easily, and why I was out of it for so long. Stupid male.

I stayed outside for a while longer. Walking the boundary twice more, looking for any way through.

Slowly I make my way to the little cottage, not giving up, but biding my time.