CHAPTER SIXTEENEmotional Battles
The door closed behind the last curious guard as he led Sorrel to the dining hall for food. I sat on the bed and my fingers writhed against the coarse fabric covering the mattress. Waiting. Always waiting for some other person to dictate my direction and knock me off course.
Limah didn’t disappoint. He paced the room like a caged beast, muttering curses as he turned with acute precision before narrowly missing contact with the walls on either side. Back and forth. Back and forth. His actions invoked a terrifying memory of Bliss and it forced a clenching sensation in my heart. I’d hidden her favourite corset and her breasts lolled inside her bodice, threatening to spill over the delicate neckline. She’d cursed and raged to the amusement of the palace boys,
