Chapter Thirteen
Storms marched across an angry sky, pouring rain in sheets of streaked gray. The light inside the house was grey as well, all but the air in the master’s quarters and that was luminescent and humidly warm.
Jolie entered—not stealthily this time. This time she was expected.
She was, nonetheless, petrified of the night’s outcome. It would be Patrick punishing her, not the guards who’d been attending her in the mornings and then just before she went to sleep at night. She was reminded morning and night that she was serving penance for her most recent crime—flogged and caned until her ass was terribly sore.
She had not seen Patrick for the entire two weeks she was confined to the tower. She hadn’t even heard the sound of his voice in her dreams. It was as if he’d disappea
