“Please stop. I would much prefer walking alone from now on. Thank you very much.”
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked. “It’s the first time I’ve ever heard your voice, and you use it to make me go away. It’s a lovely voice. I hope it comes with a name.”
“Please. It’s best that you stay away from me.”
I knew that he could sense something was wrong, but he just nodded. “I understand.”
I wondered what it was that he understood. Did he think that I didn’t desire his company when I actually did? In fact, I longed for it every week…
He handed me a piece of paper. “You didn’t show up the past two weeks, so I figured something went wrong or maybe you got tired of me. Whatever your reason is, I want you to have this. I told you I would paint you. I hope you like it.”
I simply stared at it, not knowing whether to take it or not.
“Please take it. It’s not much, but well…it’s my birthday today. I would really appreciate it if you at least take this small token of my affection.”
I didn’t know how to resist. I was trembling as I took the folded piece of parchment in my hand. It’s his birthday today, I thought. That means he’s twenty-one. Older than me, but a lot younger than the Duke.
I opened the paper up and drew a breath at what I saw. It was a painting of me, taking a walk by the woods, a serene and peaceful look on my face. The girl in the picture looked so happy—something I was not. I swallowed hard, trying to fight back the tears. I knew then that I would treasure that painting forever, and that even if I never saw it again, I would never be able to get it off my mind.
“It’s beautiful,” I managed to choke out. “Thank you, Yuri. I will treasure it forever, but I can’t keep it. I’m sorry.”
I knew that should the Duke find it, and I had no delusions about being able to hide it from him, it might as well be my death. I shuddered at the mere thought of what he would put me through for simply possessing such an item.
Shaking, I quickly returned the gift to Yuri. No words could explain how much it was tearing me apart to do so. “Please understand… I cannot keep this. I simply can’t.”
I knew from the expression on his face that he was hurt that I wouldn’t even take the gift from him, but what was I supposed to do? I couldn’t bear the thought of having to go through what the Duke put me through the last time. My body might still be able to handle it, but my mind would not.
Yuri took the piece of paper from me and nodded. “I understand.”
Do you? Do you really understand? I nodded my head toward him and began walking my way toward town. I expected him to leave me alone, but he didn’t. He stayed quite a distance behind me, but he walked with me every step of the way.
Even I couldn’t understand the profound effect that had on me. I was so grateful that he didn’t leave me alone, that in his own way, he helped me defy the Duke in the smallest way possible. The Duke couldn’t possibly punish me if Yuri chose to walk behind me the whole time.
I was wrong. The Duke still punished me, but not in the same way he had done the last time. He punished me in the worst possible way.
The moment I got back to the manor, the Duke told me to get dressed. He was going to present me to someone else that night. I wondered then if he had finally tired of me and if I was going to be one of the common whores in his brothel. He instructed me to prepare myself to be as beautiful and alluring as I possibly could. That was never a good sign.
I didn’t understand why he was doing this or what he had in store, but I knew without a doubt that I wasn’t going to like it.
Just before I was brought to the Duke’s client, the Duke put a mask on me.
“Keep it on until he’s had his way with you, do you understand? I will know if you disobey me…”
I nodded, though there was no way he could find out, I was too afraid of ever defying him. Upon seeing the man I was going to pleasure that night, I realized immediately why the Duke saw the mask as necessary. The “client” he gave me to was Yuri.
“You’re thinking about that boy again,” Ingrid said. She’d just returned from another one of her midnight rendezvous.
I wondered how she did it…how she was able to just shut off her love for Aiden. I knew I could do that, but I never dared. There were times when I had to push back any thoughts of Yuri—especially when I was with Ben, but I couldn’t do it for long. I craved Yuri’s company, his smile, his words and his presence.
I was enamored by Ingrid Maslen. There were so many things about her that appealed to my own desire for power and control, but something about her repelled me too. We were alike in so many ways—ruined by our past and feeling helpless to make good out of the ashes we rose up from. Staring at her that night, however, I realized that I didn’t want to be anything like her. I also knew that should I have continued in the direction I had been going, I’d turn up exactly like her.
I have so much to make up for.
I was determined that if I were given another chance, things would be different. I’m going to make it up to Yuri. I have to.
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. It was the young hunter, Zinnia.
“Aiden’s little princess wishes to see you,” she said with disdain. I was then brought to the suite they kept Sofia in.
“Claudia…” she greeted with a tentative smile. “Please have a seat.”
I could tell that she still wasn’t certain if I was friend or foe. I took my seat and waited for her to speak up. I felt vulnerable and unsure of myself.