FIONA
By the time I left the cathedral, I was barely holding it together.
I was holding back so much anger that it felt like there was a storm raging inside of me, barely held together by my skin and bones.
I wanted to go back to my room and scrub every inch of my skin until I could no longer remember what it felt to have the Bishop’s heavy hand on my shoulder or to feel his manipulative eyes on me.
Unsurprisingly, Elias was waiting for me outside the doors of the cathedral. I had not told him before I left because I didn’t want him following me and glowering at the Bishop the whole time.
The look on his face now was neutral but I had known him long enough to tell from the way he held his shoulders that he was slightly upset that I had left without telling him but I could not deal w
