“He isn’t a bad man, Madame. A man isn’t born bad. It is his memories and trauma that make him who he is. And from what I’ve known of him in these past 30 years, Mr, Clarke has a lot of both”, she finishes, leaving me aghast.
“Please return to your room, Miss Dawson”, she requests, moving away from me. I nod, even though she’d already left.
Shaking my head, I try not to mull over what she said too much. I already had enough to think about.
For now, I decided to obey her. I needed to prove to her that I had absolutely no intention of escaping. It was the only way to catch her off guard and that was necessary in order for my escape plan to work.
As I climb back up the stairs, I can’t help but wonder why in the hell hadn’t Azriel shown up to see me? Had he kidnapped me just for the sake o
