...Raine...
The midday breeze laps gently at my skin, causing my raven tresses to dance around my face. I brace myself of the cool steel of the balcony railings, inhaling deeply, eyes closed, head tilted to the cloudy sky. This is the only place I have been able to enjoy fresh air in a week. Zander was quick to place me under house arrest for my own safety. Standing out here, hair billowing in the wind, makes me feel like some lost princess awaiting someone, something to break this curse. But I learned young that fairytales are bullsh*t, and I am the master of my own destiny.
I can tell Zander feels much the same. He has chosen to stay locked up with me. And while that sounds like we could reenact our cabin getaway tenfold, he spends a lot of time in his home office swearing profusely a
