Esme could hardly get in a steady breath. On the exterior her demeanor remained the same but, on the inside panic was pumping through her viens. Arthur in some ways scared her more than Marxus did. Marxus did not care about her virtue and Arthur was obsessed with it. All he cared about was having her for himself. He would kill anyone who got in his way, he had made that clear. The only sound that could be heard for a few long moments were Esme's jagged breathing and the soft sound of rain hitting the window near her bedside.
"Do you know what it is about me they were discussing?" Esme asked struggling to keep her tone smooth and steady as she spoke.
"I'm not sure. I do know that the day after their meeting we started to prepare things in the bayou for your arrival." Delia replied fidget
