I sat by the crackling fire. My hands resting on an old poetry book. The heat of the flames washed over my face, my cheeks flamed. I had cried just an hour ago, but they were long gone;washed away by my confusion and anger.
I’m not weak I thought to myself, my eyes dancing with the light of the fire. She doesn’t know what I have to go through, she never will
I watch Karmedy stir the fire logs.
And I guess Robin didn’t either. I thought bitterly, my soul sparking with a bright flame. I set the book on the coffee table and headed for the front door. I needed some fresh air. I threw on a woolen parka and swung open the door. I gasped suddenly.
“Redley? I-”
“Suprised? Well I have come to take you to the river of course. I’ve been planning it for months.” I cocked my head sideways. He stepped forward and took a ringlet of my hair in his hand.
“You are so daziling in the moonlight my dear,” His hand moved to my neck. “Come with me, all will be well,” With unsteady strides we boarded a carriage.