I’m not exactly sure where I’m taking him.
I could take him back to my room, if it’s even my room anymore, but that somehow feels wrong. I don’t want to be anywhere prying ears can hear us.
I’m sick of prying ears.
“Nell,” he says when we’ve walked a good three hundred yards or so. We’re somewhere in the woods; I’m making it a point to head in the opposite direction of Portia.
I glance back at him. A small smile plays at the corners of my lips. “Yes?”
The same smile mirrors on his own face. “Might I ask where we’re going?”
“Oh, that.” I shrug innocently. “Just finding the right place to murder you and dispose of your body.”
He laughs out loud, and my heart actually hurts from how good it feels to hear his laugh again. “Got it. Well, might I suggest Daylily Valley? It’s just up ahea
