TWENTY-SEVEN

After eating and taking a bath, I made up my mind to apologize to lady Abigail, but turned out Draven had other plans for me.

“Where are we going?” I asked Smythe on our ride to Moon goddess knows where. I wish he’d just left me in the house with Scarlett, but Draven instructed him to fetch me and as he took another turn to the left, far away from the castle to deserted land, I started to get worried. Draven had told me clearly that he wasn’t going to hit me and that he could punish me many other ways, but he’d wanted to torture me the night I came to the Lycaon place, and how can I forget his threat about what he’d do to me if I messed this up?

What other evils had I said in my subconscious? What did I tell him? And how did I know about Abigail’s missing child? I was possessed. Not mad. I initially thought that voice in my head was the early signs of madness, but maybe I was possessed by an evil spirit, and Prince Draven sensed it.

Smythe stopped at an open field and I was scared w