Chapter 59
We were deep in the country. I didn’t know how far we were from the city. I thought, at first that we were going to the family estate. But it soon became apparent that I had no idea where I was. Again. I was alone, in a foreign country, just married to a man I barely knew. In the middle of a revolution. This was not a story of true love. I was not Cinderella. There were no glass slippers, or fairy godmothers. Only the shattered glass of cathedral windows.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“Well, it’s called The Hunting Lodge, but really, it’s The Fortress. It’s only ever supposed to be used in times of war.”
A dark look clouded his eyes. For most of our time together, Apollo had seemed so focused on creating this elaborate love story. With everything happening so fast, I’d not
