It's past eleven p.m., and I am sitting on the bed, hugging my knees, listening to every sound coming from the outside.
The dress is on the floor, long forgotten. I gave up on Darius taking me anywhere at one point during the evening.
Not that I'm complaining.
Faint footsteps outside my door have my heart racing, but they go silent soon.
I sigh in relief.
It's not Darius.
If I'm lucky, Briana will keep him busy all night.
If not...
I clutch my dagger.
Well, things could take an ugly turn if he tries something with me.
***
I must have nodded off at one point because I jolt awake when Darius hits the mattress next to me with a thud.
I freeze, my hand automatically grabbing the dagger hidden under my pillow, but relax when he starts snoring not a minute later.
Thank Godd
