I wouldn't do it.
The thought of giving myself to Giovanni made my skin crawl and my stomach churn in equal measure.
I would literally, genuinely rather die than have him inside me, claiming me like I was just another thing he owned.
I ran to my room, my heart pounding, and my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The moment I was inside, I slammed the door and locked it, then dragged the heavy wooden dresser across the floor until it blocked the entrance completely.
My hands were shaking.
I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to breathe, but my mind was a chaotic mess.
I couldn't call anyone so even if I could get to a phone, I couldn't say anything because he had ears everywhere and the consequences would be…
Christabel.
The thought sent me spiraling into a fresh wave of panic.
