*Fiona*
I haven’t moved since Varek left my room. I’m sitting with my back against the wall, wondering how the hell I’m ever going to face him again, knowing that he’s been told that I had a wet dream about him.
Goddess, he’s such a f*****g bastard. He probably came up here just to gloat.
The urge to beat the s**t out of his guards and run away bubbles up again, but I can’t do that because I don’t want to end up chained to the wall.
The door opens, catching me off guard. I scramble to my feet, but when I recognize that it’s just Liora, I sink back down.
“What’s wrong with you?” she asks, bringing in a tray of food. “You look like you’re pondering trying to jump out the window.”
“Too bad there are bars on it,” I mumble. Not that I’d ever kill myself. I wouldn’t give Varek the satisf
