Olivia’s POV
I waited until Damien grew bored and left me, and then, after making certain he was gone, I hurriedly grabbed the picture of Jacob that I had drawn off the ground. I flattened it as best I could then rolled it up tightly. Knowing that Damien would destroy it if he saw it again, I tucked it into the folds of my clothes to hide it among the few items I owned in the bedroom.
With it safely stowed, I also grabbed a few spare pages and the charcoal, hoping to take more memories down before I forgot them. Drawing Jacob again was clearly off-limits, but Damien never said I couldn’t draw at all.
If I really was going to live here for the rest of my life, then I wanted to be able record some people and places of my past, before time replaced those memories with cold castle walls and
