Claire’s hands balled into fists. “You had a choice. You always have a choice. You chose this. I despise you!” and she spun and ran down the hall.
Open-mouthed, Jocelyn watched her leave. For a moment she debated calling out to the obviously tormented girl, but realized that would only bring attention to her own state of dishabille. Rather than trying to console the spiteful girl, she made her way to the dressing room to retrieve her clothes. She wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep. Maybe she would awaken and discover that this was just a nightmare, and that this day never happened.
The ache in her mouth where Nikolai had struck her belied that hope, but she had to hope. It was all she had now.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Rage
The next few days passed uneventfully, all things co
