Roman
“Where are we going?" I asked Francis as he drove us away from the castle.
He gave me a side glance. “This isn't working the way we planned." He pounded the heel of his hand on the steering wheel. “We were so f*****g close."
“We can make a new plan," I said. “Now that I'm back at Annabella and even at the summit, I can contact Inessa."
“And tell her that you're rededicating yourself to Lucille?"
“It's a ploy," I lied. “You should have heard how the crowd ate it up."
Francis shook his head. “I didn't understand what happened at first."
“With?"
“With everything. How at one moment it's all working as planned and then it's f****d up…royally." He laughed.
Ahead of us down the road, a small cabin-like structure came into view.
The way the small hairs on the back of my neck
