No one would miss me if I were gone. They would be glad. Crescent wouldn’t have to worry about me anymore. The servants could come back. They wouldn’t have to be afraid. Maybe there was one who would care. The man who had held me in his arms. He had smiled down at me. Even his eyes had seemed to smile. They had been a brilliant green. He’d talked to me, sang to me, cradled me. Was that love? The feeling I’d had when he’d held me, knowing I was safe? Had he loved me?
