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was closed too.
    It was. He didn’t have the opener either. Next I raced to the other doors and windows, checking those as well. All locked up. I heard his truck peel out, realizing he was leaving. I quickly changed, grabbed my purse, stuffed a change of clothes, my emergency cash, passport, my laptop, and other essentials in my overnight bag.
    I was out the front door and in the driveway, practically giddy that I was going to make it. It was thirty minutes to the airport, and after that, I could get anywhere from there. Halfway around the world before Conall could trace me and then what? Track me down and deport me back?
    Kill me? Yeah, because this wasn’t killing me anyway? He wouldn’t want me if I wasn’t writing and I couldn’t write like this. There was no happy ending to this story and at least this way I had a chance .
    I froze as I felt him. I don’t know why but I looked up at the sky as if he were Superman and I could have seen him coming from a distance. But I did see a blur and I felt cold. I raced back into the house, not knowing what else to do. He could get into the vents of the car. At least I could lock him out of the house.
    Right?
    Or shoot him there?
    Fuck, I was too scared to think. I just reacted and retreated.
    I made it inside and locked the door. Then I locked myself in my room. Going the next step and locking myself in the master bathroom, because yes, that was the door that would end up keeping him out.
    Idiot.
    I started sobbing when I heard footstep coming up the foyer.
    “Nina!” he bellowed. The bedroom door shattered so loudly that I screamed, falling into the shower and aiming the gun. Seconds later, he banged on the bathroom door hard enough that one of the hinges popped off. “Nina, open this door!”
    “Just go!” I pleaded, barely able to see through my tears. “Please, just leave me alone, Conall. Or let me go.”
    “What?” he whispered. He broke the handle and slowly opened the door, his eyes wide when he saw the gun pointed at him. “What are you doing, Nina? Why did you threaten to shoot Tim?”
    “I’m not your pet author!” I screamed, beyond hysterical. “I’m not your whore or toy to be passed to him while you’re gone.”
    “Of course not, my Nina”
    “I’m not yours!” I screeched, hurting my own ears with an octave I’d never heard come out of my own mouth. “I’m mine . You don’t own me. You came here, broke into my house, took over my life, my home, my work. I haven’t written a word since you got here.”
    “But your new book—”
    “I wrote it before you showed up! I was too scared to tell you it was done before. You get so angry! I can’t disagree with you. You don’t listen to me. You don’t care—”
    “Nina, put down the gun,” he sighed, shaking his head. “You can’t hurt me with it anyways.”
    “Fine,” I whispered, turning it so it was under my chin. “Will you listen to my now ? I would rather die than keep living like this. Do you hear me now? ”
    “You’re serious,” Conall whispered as he went pale. “You’re really serious, not just lashing out or throwing an artistic fit.”
    “I don’t throw artistic fits,” I giggled hysterically. “I’m a logical, rational, pretty easygoing woman. You have pushed me this far and broken me. The only thing I want to do is kill off all my characters and end all my series so you’ll leave me alone or kill myself because you scare me and Tim’s a snake who looks at me like he’s going to rape me the first time you’re not looking or leave us alone. I know he was going to if I hadn’t pulled a gun on him first.”
    His eyes filled with rage. “I have never hit you, hurt you—”
    “No, but you’ve bared your fangs at me and made the implication quite clear that there is a line I better never cross or you won’t be so controlled like you are right now.”
    He glanced away before he spoke. “I am not human, Nina. I cannot help my reaction, but I also make sure