SOMA
I pace the room, my chest tight with fury. It’s been over thirty hours since that encounter with Brynne, but I can’t get the heat of his fingers around my neck off my mind or the urgency in his voice out of my head.
Why didn’t I react faster? I should have kicked him. I should have slapped him. I should have done something.
Maybe I shouldn’t have pitched myself to the king in front of his son, but education is the only way I can gain some control. It’s my only available option. Be it a scholarship or the king’s kindness, I’ll not let that pompous prince take that opportunity away from me.
The more I think about yesterday’s incident, about the things I should have done when he held me hostage, the more anger burns low in my chest.
Lady? That title is a joke. Even the king thi
