Chapter 32: A Plan
‘This is so stupid,’ I thought as I was sitting here looking at Ferrer. He was staring at me with that stupid cane sword. He was pacing back and forth from end to end to the couch. I was simply trying to keep an eye on how much I was bleeding. I wasn’t even listening to the monologue he was spewing to scare me. It was pathetic, but in my current state I had no choice but to sit and listen. My head was pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears. Blood from my chest had made the silver of my dress black from where it spread, like it was infecting it.
I needed a plan.