I wait all day, but Caleb does not send for me at all. Without being summoned, I have no reason to leave my room, so I stay inside all day. It feels a lot like I’m hiding. Maybe I am.
I’m no coward, but I suspect walking into Caleb right now might lead to my untimely death. I’d rather stay alive, so I give him a wide berth by staying right here in my room.
Nearly every time I close my eyes, I think of the wild, murderous red look in Caleb’s eyes and feel the tightening of his hands around my throat.
Maybe he’ll kill me this time, maybe he won’t. But it’s becoming increasingly clear that he will either have me killed or kill me himself at some point.
I thought we’d been growing into some kind of misunderstanding recently. But now I see, I’ve been fooling myself. He has never cared for
