Liberation
“You’ve no choice, Belle!” He roared through the House.
I ignored him. Locking myself in my room and putting my back to the door. Sliding down it and dropping my head in my hands. Sobbing uninhibitedly. Using the hem of my nightdress to wipe my face.
I cried throughout the night. Guarding the door and watching the window to ensure neither Vix nor Bodin would be disturbing my night.
Every hour I got angrier. The more I considered all the ways Bodin had betrayed me, the more determined I became to not succumb to him.
He’d lied to me about what he was.
Where he came from, about his family, about what’d happened to mine.
About everything!
I was nearly panting with rage as daylight crept in around the outline of my shutters. I heard movement on the other side of the door and realized someone had been sitting and was now standing.
Bodin.
Like the night before my father’s death, he’d remained on the otherside of the door. Quietly lending his support as much as I’d allow.