Chapter 47. No Way to Run, No Place to Hide

Proserpina

He had left after delivering his ultimatum, and I sat, heartbroken, too numb to weep.

A slight knock on the door after Lucien had stridden out, made me turn warily.

I wiped my eyes hastily and tilted my chin proudly as Daniella Eton walked in. She was a tall woman, with a cap of short icy blonde hair that swung as she moved her head. Her small green eyes were keen and observant and I saw her take in my appearance in a swift glance, my swollen mouth, and red-rimmed eyes, all in one sharp glance.

She handed me a large shopping bag and said,

'Clothes for you. I think I know your size by now.'

Nodding, I stretched my hand out and mumbled a thank you as I turned to make for the washroom. The sudden jolt of pain that shot through me, made me stumble and I let out a hastily stifled gasp but kept moving although just the act of placing one foot before the other was torture. All the way, I could feel Danielle's eyes on me.