Oriana’s POV

Run.

Just run.

Everything blurred around me. The wind whipped my hair around, whistling in my ears. My face felt hot, wet as tears saturated my lashes, flowed down my cheeks, and pooled under my collarbone.

I hurt him. A prisoner in my own body. I couldn’t control myself. A painful sob wracked my chest. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t focus.

My legs buckled under me as I crashed down onto the pavement. I caught myself, my palms scraping ...