She can’t escape, I ensured that, but I still don’t want her out of my sight. My paranoia is a beast that could swallow me whole if I let it. And I have ample reason to feel this way. I thought Serenity would be safe below my palace. She hadn’t been. And now she’s in my room. Our room. Ready to gut me alive. Everything that’s wicked in me thrills at her savage nature.
