The rain comes down in sheets, drowning the world in gray noise. It soaks through my dress instantly, plastering the fabric to my shivering skin. Mud slicks my bare feet, but I don't have to walk. Stavros hauls me up by the belt binding my wrists, dragging me through the storm like a captured animal.
We don't go back to the mansion. He veers off the path, heading toward a shadowed structure at the edge of the woods. An old gardener’s shed.
"Stavros, please," I gasp, stumbling over a tree root. "I’m cold."
"You should have thought about that before you ran," he roars over the thunder.
He kicks the shed door open. It bangs against the siding, a hollow wooden sound that gets swallowed by the storm. He throws me inside.
I stumble into the darkness, tripping over a bag of potting soil and
