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I want to break something. Throw a lamp at the window and jump out. Unfortunately, I would probably fucking survive. With my luck, I’d be paralyzed from the waist down, and then Retsos would have his perfect fucking pawn… though, I’m not sure Leonid would ever want to marry me after that.
Who would want to marry a cripple, after all?
Suddenly, a tap at my window causes my pounding heart to nearly burst out of my chest.
Jumping around, I gaze at the glass, completely frozen.
For a moment, nothing moves. The world is silent. Then I hear the endless stomping of the heavy boots patrolling the outside of my door, and I’m slowly dragged back to reality.
I’m just hearing things.
Still, with my damp hair falling over my naked shoulders, I can’t help but float towards the window. There’s nothing to see, of course. Just blackness, littered with the occasional lamp light of the soldiers walking along on the garden down below.
But then the hairs on the back of my neck rise up and a tingle crawls over my skin.
I’m being watched.
The thought is jarring enough that I almost drop my towel. Before I can manage that, though, I force myself to remember where I am.
Trapped in a gilded cage.
Of course someone is watching. Probably one of the soldiers downstairs. I’m their princess, after all.
If only they knew how Retsos was really treating me, about how he was practically holding me hostage for his own personal gain.
They’d have his head.
But I can’t tell them, because then Retsos would have Castor’s head.
The untouchable has just enough men that are loyal to him and him only to be dangerous. He could do some serious damage before I could rally any troops.
The bastard.
My focus turns from the darkness ahead as I try to ignore the frustration bubbling up inside of me. But that frustration only grows as I catch my ghostly reflection in the glass.
Fuck.
I look so fragile. Just a semi-transparent apparition surrounded by a black void.
That sums me up pretty much to a tee. What a sad sack I was to think I could amount to anything more.
I’m about to turn from the window when I suddenly spot something in the glass that makes my whole body go cold.
Just behind my ghostly reflection, there has appeared another. A tall, dark giant form that’s somehow even blacker than the night outside.
For a second, I’m too terrified to focus in on it. Hell, I’m too terrified to breathe. But then it moves, and I catch the faintest glint of a lock of golden hair.
Twisting around, nails drawn, I get ready to fight for my life.
… But no one is behind me.
My bedroom is empty.
That asshole is in my head.
I’m going crazy.
Tears of frustrated anger blur my vision as I take one last look over my shoulder, out of the window. I still feel as though I’m being watched, but I’ve given up. Pulling down the drapes, I stumble over to the bed and collapse onto the mattress.
