Carmen
Before I left his room, I made sure to try and convince him that unleashing the pictures was a bad idea, only to leave when he made it clear that if I stayed, we would simply go again.
It annoyed me as I settled back in my bathroom, in the tub with my eyes closed, wondering what I was doing wrong, especially since it was clear that even with all the deals, he still had the power.
For how long am I going to continue playing nice? I wondered, aware that it was just until we found my father's killer or I killed Bianca, something I was more than willing to do as I stared coldly at the ceiling of the bathroom.
It was exquisite and screamed luxury, which I enjoyed. But beyond that and the fake comfort I now enjoyed, I hated the feeling of being at someone's mercy.
Play nice, Carmen! Play nice! You've done this before! I thought to myself, getting out of the tub and drying myself. I wore a nightgown before sliding back under the sheets.
