Amelie
It’s either me or your father, Amelie.
I turned to my other side but no matter how much I tried those words taunted me, making it impossible to sleep. With a muffled scream I jerked upright in the bed. If it came to him or my father, the obvious choice should be him. But for some reason he makes me more scared than I was when I had lived under my father’s thumb.
I slipped out of the bed, too restless with too many thoughts crowding my mind to sleep or even try to. Even before I had decided my feet took me to my bedroom door and I stepped out of my room into the cold corridor. My gaze darted to the other side of the corridor, where his room was. With a deep breath, I walked in that direction. He had given me a day which was at an end. He had said I’d belong to him. I’d be his. And
