Thirty:
Crimson Ashland
Anya was furious with me. “What do you mean, you’re going back to the castle?”
“Exactly that,” I said.
When The Mating Season had happened, I’d not been given the chance to bring any of my things. This time, Raoul was letting me take some of my belongings. Grandmother had given me a large, wicker basket to put things in.
Anya grabbed hold of the basket and tried to rip it from me. “You foolish girl! Being here was your one shot at escaping.”
I frowned. “What makes you think you want to escape?”
“He’s the big, bad wolf Crimson. You aren’t supposed to want to go with him. You’re supposed to run away.”
“Yes,” I said, “that’s why we sacrifice girls to them.”
“You’re being foolish-----you should finish out your year here.
