This is about making Theo better.
“Good.” He takes my hand in his, and he brings my knuckles to his lips. He presses a soft kiss to them and then releases my hand. “I’ll text you, and you can let me know what works.”
“That would be great,” I say, my smile feeling wobbly, because even though this wonderful man is standing in front of me, asking me out, all I can think about, all I can see, is Keller’s face and what he’d have thought if he saw Evan kiss the back of my hand.
ChapterTwenty-Five
KELLER
Today is the day.
Today, I’m getting the fuck out of here.
I’ve played the peon and garnered his sympathy, so now I’m not chained to anything. He’s offered me another blanket, and he’s given me more food. I know this is against what his bosses are saying, but he seems to have a heart inside him.
I’ve built my plan in my head.
I’ve considered the possibility that if anything goes wrong, I can lose my life.
But that’s a chance I’m willing to take because after yesterday, I can’t fucking be in here anymore.
I stare down at the newspaper that the familiar voice dropped off yesterday. Told me it would provide me with some good reading material.
The minute he left, and I saw the headline, I wanted to scream.
Princess Lilly Finds New Beau.
Evan Sotherby.
How the fuck could she?
I didn’t believe it at first, but when I read the article and saw the picture of them walking the streets of Torskethorpe together, I nearly threw up.
From what I’ve been able to figure out with scratches against the floor, under my hay spot, it’s been a little over three months since the wedding.
Three fucking months!
And she’s moving on?
Over my dead fucking body.
So today is the day.
I will not stand by and be fed newspaper after newspaper article about how my girl is dating someone else.
I clutch my hands together while I lean against the cold stone, my eyes set on the door in front of me.
Banamaor will be here today.
He’s my way out.
And then when I’m free, when I get the hell out of here, I’m going to make it my life’s fucking duty to find out who’s behind this and make them pay.
Footsteps sound down the hall, right on schedule. I lift from where I’m seated and move behind the door. Now that I’ve played these fucking fools, they don’t even bother with extra security. Banamaor lets himself in, fucks around a bit, hits me a few times, and then leaves. Nothing like when he first showed up. And if I planned this out right, I’ll be able to take advantage of it.Please, may this work.I’ll be able to take advantage of it.
The key to my cell is inserted into the lock, and it twists open, followed by the door.
Ready.
