Chapter Twenty-One:
Julie's Point of View
I had my breakfast and enjoyed a some false calm after a morning charged with Olivia's provocations and Robert's crazy offer.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, rearranging the events of our last meeting in my head.. would he really allow me to have the room key?
I laughed with bitter irony and said to myself:
"Julie.. what a fool you are! Do you really think he would allow you to wander around here and grant you freedom of movement?"
That savage who describes himself as a sword cannot give me a sense of security, even if I cut my vocal cords singing for him.
To him, I am just a bird he found difficult to tame, and keys in his dictionary are nothing but tools to tighten the cage, not to open it.
I felt a chill seeping into my body; my shirt had become slightly damp because of the strands of my hair that hadn't dried yet.
