You left anyway

Deep in the night, frosty breeze outer side. Neva lay wide eyed gawking at the grey ceiling in the dingy warm room.

Lovesick on the bed she tosses and turns, her mind hazy haywire. She couldn't bring herself to rest and slumber. Every last one of Ishmael's words stings her head.

Thud-Thud...

Neva's ears perks up at a knocking sound. She takes the sound for granted, yet careful she focuses. Then assuming it to be an illusion she closes her eyes attempting to calm herself.

Too much has transpired the past previous hours. She needs no less than a nap.

Another harsh knock coming from the rear makes her half sit, her heart beat quickening. She searches around assured she isn't hallucinating.

Another, knock–knock.

She jolts up. As the knocking intensifies, alarmed she spirals up from the bed.

The knocking sound intensifies.

The door did not generate the sound—rather the transparent barrier bordering the balcony and Ishmael's room.

She turns off the white crystal table lamp, plugging it out she goes on preparing it as a weapon, gripping firm the stand of the lamp.

Unhurriedly, Neva slides the priceless curtain, distancing a slightly far from where the noise came from. She spreads it left, enough to peek through the chink.

She catches the sight of a tall looming man's silhouette she can't quite decipher. The man makes an effort to unlock the glassed window wall.

Neva's brain garners a sharp chilliness, getting her dizzy following the unlatching, click sound of the window being opened.

She breathes out warm vapour, readying, steadying her stance to abuse the intruder's head.

The rush of andrenaline makes her dizzy as the stranger slides in. She strikes him the moment his feet lands on the floor inside of the room.

Neva's heart drops, her hands trembling aware the man evaded her attack. She gazes up panic-stricken. He has the lamp gripped resulting her attempt to be futile.

"Neva?" The man voices. Neva's brows creases as she recognises the tone.

"Neva—My God," his words wavers out, instantly taking her in his embrace. Breathing ragged, he leaves little kisses on her hair, while she's standing numbed, astray in the moment.

"Rhett?" Neva mutters, his appearance in the subdued environment murky.

"You are truly here?"

His eyes looking her through, Neva dreams all her despairs being washed saintly.

"I'm here Angel." Rhett seperates himself from her, then caressing her cheek, he peppers kisses all over her face.

Rhett had teamed up with Agent Sky, the genius hacker to find Neva.

With assistance of the footages from the varied surveillance cameras around the city and around the apartment, they followed the Rolls Royce where Raka forcefully shoved Neva in.

The swallow mountain was the closest to Vernella. She was taken there.

Sky assisted him, jammed the security system in Raka's mansion, manipulating the screens.

And Rhett very easily took Raka's guards down, forcing on them grave.

"I'm so sorry," Rhett's mumbles weakly, his forehead attached to her own.

He was terrified. He never been this scared in all his life.

"Are you hurt? Did he do anything to you?" He asks, his eyes darkening.

Neva's orbs moist, drips saline water droplets as it drizzles down to her neck.

She shakes her head in return.

She lets out a lone sob, wrapping her arms around him. Rhett gladly cradles her, sttoking her hair gently, he pecks the crown of her head.

"We have to get out of here Angel." He takes off his jacket, although layered in dews from raging snow and covers Neva with it.

"You are freezing too Rhett." Neva worriedly mutters.

"I'm fine, let's go." Rhett grabs Neva's hand, leading her out to the balcony.

White snow flatters the dense nature of the forest. The arctic air slams their bare face, pricking needles on their flesh Neva shivers.

"Get on my back." Rhett lowers himself down, immediately Neva climbs on his back. "Hold me tight." Rhett advises. Neva clutches on him tightly, her arms entertwined around his neck—legs tangled around his torso.

A grappling hook has been fastened on the mountain by the glassed railing of the balcony.

He swiftly lifts his frame wearing Neva's weight along. Smoothly he climbs down the railing and slids descending through the rope.

Neva peers up at the luxurious mansion and it's neighbouring pine trees on the surface.

The mansion was erected within a mountain.

Neva suddenly recalls Ishmael's words. He stated he build it honoring her wish.

She shudders at his thought and clings squuezing upon Rhett.

In the absence of any mishapennings, Rhett victoriously rescues Neva. Landing on the ground Neva parts herself from him.

Noiselessly, he slithers her out through the dark unlighted woods, eventually coming across a structured path.

Neva sees Rhett's adventure tourer, positioned on the side of the road. Rhett puts on the helmet on her and wears one himself.

A grumbling noise reverbs out the motorcycle upon being started around the hushed forestland as Rhett speeds away, reclaiming Neva from Ishmael's clutches.

On the other environment, Ishmael's residence heightens an uproar at the new figures of Neva's disappearance. Firing of bullets echoes around the four walls as Ishmael frantically holes his guards skulls.

"You promised, yet you left anyway." Ishmael mumbles, his demeanour frozen in grief.

Neva turns her head peering where she realises Ishmael's mansion should be. Her arms around Rhett tightens as she rests herself on Rhett's posterior, veiling her eyes sangfroid and tranquiled.

Despite being smashed and thrashed by the floundering storming gale as Rhett accelerates faraway, she feels her heart fiery ablazed, wherefore, she is the ember of a love her lover consumed her in.