I could scarcely believe my luck while Lithuise showed me to the dormitory where I needed to change my clothes before she took me round the convent. Within twenty-four hours I might have spoken to Jack and begun the plans that would take me back to where I belonged.
Parting from Gudarro was painful. We had both wanted to make it work, but we were not what each other needed. I was not the brilliant Blissmina or the submissive Primruss, and he was someone capable of slitting the throat of a fifteen-year-old girl. These were indeed irreconcilable differences. However, when we had parted, both weeping heavily and forbidden to touch the other, I only wanted to run after him.
Inside the dormitory, which was thankfully empty, I had the opportunity to wash my face. Lithuise then presented me wit
