Valentina
I spent the next few days trying to maintain the same attitude as before, but it was definitely more difficult after what I overheard. I was a woman pretending I didn't hear that her captor wanted to suck my blood, while also pretending to consider his wishes that I remain by his side as his bride, while secretly trying to find a way to escape. I was starting to lose track of how I should behave at any given moment, and as a result, was becoming less talkative overall. William definitely noticed, but for now it seemed like he didn't feel the need to push the issue.
I now had a regular rhythm of escape times memorized, coming and going like clockwork. The first was just before six in the morning, the second at precisely 7:13 at night. One way out a side door through a garden wit
