I shudder. He has a way of saying things that seem to mean so much more than how they affect the hereand now. Like there’s weight and importance to each and every word. It keeps me on edge at alltimes.
“Very well,” he sighs. “You can have your daily phone call.”
“Until you prove that you don’t deserve that privilege. But you should know that if I find out you’retrying to get in touch with anyone other than your sister, there will be consequences.”
There it is again. Another word that means so much more than it should. Consequences. It makes methinks of whips and chains.
“I’ll see you at eight.”
Then he storms out and I’m left all alone in this gorgeous, haunted castle. I won a minor victory in thisbattle, maybe—but I have no doubt that Isaak Vorobev intends to win th
