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nothing. Eventually he steps forward so forward until he’s
close enough to touch.
He reaches past me to reopen the door hiding the things
I’m embarrassed to know exist. “These are all for you,” he
says without looking at me, his fingers touching the hem of
a purple dress, a rich plum color good enough to eat.
“I already have clothes.” My hands smooth out the
wrinkles in my dirty, ragged outfit.
He finally decides to look at me, but when he does his
eyebrows trip, his eyes blink and freeze, his lips part in
surprise. I wonder if I’ve washed off a new face for myself
and I flush, hoping he’s not disgusted by what he might see.
I don’t know why I care.
He drops his gaze. Takes a deep breath. “I’ll be waiting
outside.”
I stare at the purple dress with Adam’s fingerprints I study
the inside of the armoire for only a moment before I
abandon it. I comb anxious fingers through my wet hair and
steel myself.
I am no one’s property.
And I don’t care what Warner wants me to look like.
I step outside and Adam stares at me for a small second.
He rubs the back of his neck and says nothing. He shakes
his head. He starts walking. He doesn’t touch me and I
shouldn’t notice but I do. I have no idea what to expect I
have no idea what my life will be like in this new place and
I’m being nailed in the stomach by every exquisite
embellishment, every lavish accessory, every superfluous
painting, molding, lighting, coloring of this building. I hope
the whole thing catches fire.
I follow Adam down a long carpeted corridor to an elevator
made entirely of glass. He swipes the same key card he
used to open my door and we step inside. I didn’t even
realize we’d taken an elevator to get up this many floors. I
realize I must’ve made a horrible scene when I arrived and
I’m almost happy.