If she knew it was Prince Derek, the shock would've startled her awake to jump off his hold.
Well, their escape plan had failed woefully. They were doomed.
Resignedly, a depressed Rain had decided on grieving on the loss of hope all day long on, but on recalling that Aaron was still out there, she tossed out the quilt and jolted up.
However, as the room was murky, she didn't see the steps leading down the high floor. Her feet omitted the total four of them by accident, and she stumbled to the floor.
Staggeringly, her forearm met the thick rug, and in a harsh shove, was scrubbed across a short distance. Rain winced at the hotness of the friction which was worsened by a sting. Furrowing her brows, she helped herself up, and forged ahead to the door, ignoring the bleeding graze that had emerged on her elbow.
That monster didn't even care to leave her a lantern!
