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Argh!!!
I want to scream!
Damn my libido.
I have only myself to blame for this latest mess. Succumbing to the demands of my body… to lust and desire. Maybe I should become a nun. Stay away from men and sex altogether. If I ever get away, that is.
I can’t face him again. I’m so fricking furious!
And he doesn’t even know anything is wrong yet because I just lay there dumbfounded, not saying a word.
Fuck, I can’t breathe.
I stop running and bend over, resting my hands on my thighs, gulping in air. Tiero’s necklace dangles in front of my eyes. A reminder of him I don’t need.
It feels oppressive around my neck. I need it off!
There has to be a way.
This stupid clasp was probably Tiero’s idea so I can’t take it off. But why?
A lightbulb flashes in my mind.
Oh. My. God!
I inspect the heart charm closer. I bet it has a tracker in it. Or maybe it’s in the crown or the angel. That’s how they always found me so easily when I tried to escape. That would make sense.
Farther down the path, I spot a gardener pruning a bush. Hmm, pruning shears… that should do it.
I run to him and gesture for him to give them to me. He looks confused but hands them over. I lift them to my neck and cut through the chain, catching the necklace as it slides off.
God, this little act of defiance feels good. It’s like a small piece of my freedom has returned.
The gardener stares at me open-mouthed, but I just smile at him and give him back his tool. Still holding the charms and chain in my hand, I jog to the lake and before I can second guess myself, I throw it into the water.
I’ll probably regret this later, but for right now, this feels fricking awesome.
Fuck being his princess, his angel, his heart…
After sitting by the lake for a while, the need to keep running persists… I’m just too angry and disappointed.
Like yesterday morning, I jog along the path by the property boundaries. High, impenetrable walls surround the estate. There are cameras every few hundred feet, monitoring the slightest movement everywhere.
As if this wasn’t enough, guards with dogs patrol the area. They nod politely as I run past them and then quickly avert their eyes. Tiero doesn’t like them checking me out, and they don’t want any trouble.
This place is a fortress, but at the moment it feels more like a prison. Gardeners have attempted to lessen the prison effect by planting ivy along the walls, but it’s not well established yet and conceals nothing.
I much prefer our mansion in Sicily. At least there, you look out over the Mediterranean and don’t feel boxed in.
God, what am I saying?
Our mansion?
Seriously, Ella?
Am I beginning to accept my fate?
No, no, no, no, no.
