THE DARK MEMORIES

But then, he stopped halfway to the door and said without turning to face me, “Dinner will be served in an hour. Viktor will come for you.” And with that he deserted the living room.

I didn't even wait to check if he was still lingering around, I ran straight to the room, I had already embarrassed myself enough.

When I finally reached the room I fell straight on the bed and that was when tears started pouring out of my eyes. I carried a pillow and pressed it on my face in an attempt to stifle the sound of my screams. it was a scream of frustration and anger, I was beginning to suspect what Matteo wanted from me was to run mad.

I went to the bathroom, took off my dress, and locked the door behind me, stepping into the shower and turning on the cold water. It was freezing—I could barely breathe, but after a while I got used to it. That was actually what I needed, cold water to jump start my brain again.

I needed to cool off, the day had been one hell of an emotional rollercoaster. When