SAMANTHA
I was going to lose my mind.
The penthouse walls were closing in on me. I had been trapped in here for two days. Two days since Finnian's beast had grabbed me in the corridor. Two days since his teeth had grazed my neck. Two days since his father had escorted me back to my room and told me to stay put.
I was going insane.
Joanne fluffed my pillows for the fifth time that morning. She adjusted the curtains. She straightened the vase of flowers on the table.
"You need to sit still," she said.
"I have been sitting still for two days."
"Then sit still for two more."
I groaned. "I cannot. I need to move. I need to breathe. I need to see something other than these four walls."
"You need to stay alive. The king said—"
"The king said I should rest. Not that I should be a prisoner."
Joanne sighed. "Miss Samuels, you almost died. Prince Finnian almost killed you. You are lucky to be alive."
"I know I am lucky. I just want to be lucky somewhere else."
