Chapter Thirteen
I don’t remember the walk back to my room. Probably Joanna moved alongside me, monitoring now with extra scrutiny this most dangerous of houseguests. Maybe Del followed at a distance, to make sure I made it back to the suite that would now serve as my much-smaller prison. I was just one moment in the hothouse and the next moment curled up on my bed, raw and wretched.
My heart had been wrenched around so much lately that there was nothing else for it but to cry, and so I did, for what felt like days. Every time the well of tears seemed close to drying up, I’d think of how he’d looked at me and start up again.
He hadn’t even really seemed angry with me. More… resigned to see my human colors on full display at last. Del wasn’t wrong; I’d had to try to leave, even though do
