He’s too tall for me to reliably reach his neck from behind, so I go with the next best option. I wait until he is several steps past me before I lunge. He is no innocent, wandering into the wrong room-though nothing like that had ever happened before. If I need further evidence of his intention, I have it. The man moves on soundless feet toward my bed. It is sharp and pretty, and it will serve my purpose as well as anything else. I barely dare to breathe and reach for the letter opener I’d left on my vanity. Perhaps my father thinks to send my betrothed to ensure I won’t protest the marriage.
I can’t make out his features in the low light, but it doesn’t matter. I slip into the deep shadows near my vanity as a man steps through the doorway and into my room. My mouth always had gotten me into trouble. When I’d asked him what price his daughter brought, he’d struck me. I touch my face, the most persistent of my pains, the only one anchored in the physical instead of emotional. A meeting of two wealthy families with ties to the criminal underbelly everyone in this mausoleum of a house pretends doesn’t exist. He called it a merger secured by marriage. Another betrayal after a lifetime of them shouldn’t be enough to keep sleep from me, but this most recent hurt weighs heavier than most. My feet ache from hours’ worth of pacing, my chest aches worse from the heart pain my father delivered earlier. Vision Insurance in the U.S: Cost-effective Health Plans for Eye Care
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