11
ANDREAS
I walked out of the room and down the long corridor with heavy steps. Elena's frightened gaze wouldn't leave my mind. I tried to justify my behavior toward her. I always did this to calm my anger. Yes, she should be afraid. As an Englishwoman, it was natural for her to be afraid here. But did scaring her really ease my pain? No. It only gave me temporary comfort.
I entered the small room at the end of the corridor. It was a quiet corner, filled with my old belongings, where no one ever went. There were a few half-read books on the table and old swords leaning against the wall. I sighed heavily and buried my head in my hands.
"I should have done her tonight," I said to myself. If I had wanted to, I could have used my right on the first night, I could have done more than just
