The thoughts of the images I saw occupied my mind as we journeyed towards a place I didn't want to go to. Drake sat next to me, unmoving unless necessary. At times, I even thought he had fallen asleep; however, whenever I looked at him, I always found his eyes fixed on me, like he was making sure I wouldn't jump out through the window and disappear into the forest.
I had thought about that, though, but I knew it would be futile. Drake would catch me if I tried that.
I sat still on the carriage seat, promising myself that I wouldn't speak to him, that I would keep my lips tightly pressed together until he apologised. However, inhaling his sweet scent, tinged with a hint of smoke, woke something in me.
Since the last time I spent with Fin, I haven't been intimate with any of them, and now I feel empty inside. At first, I ignored the ache, knowing I wouldn't act on it. Drake had made it clear he had no intention of touching me, at least not until I had gotten enough 'rest'.
