Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

CHAPTER 5
“WELL, this is an interesting turn of events.”
Crossing my leg over the opposite knee, I adjust the second hand on my
watch so it ticks in time with the grandfather clock across the foyer. I’m fully
aware of the younger Ricci daughters leering from the top of the staircase,
observing me as though I’m some sort of zoo animal, but it’s hard to pay
attention to anything other than the offbeat ticking.
Typically, I go out of my way to avoid social interaction, especially with
the likes of teenagers, but this wasn’t something I could very well avoid.
I don’t put it past Elena to run. She feels trapped, like a broken bird
caught in her gilded cage, eyeing the lock on her door without fail in case
there’s ever a chance to bolt.
Since I can’t very well risk that, I had to return to the Riccis’ Louisburg
Square home with her, ensuring her wings stay clipped.
At least, for now.