OLEANDER
As soon as Dante finished speaking, everything happened so fast I could barely comprehend it.
One minute I was tied to the bed. The next, three middle-aged women were in the room, dressed in white robes and holding staff of different kinds, dragging me out of it.
Then I was blindfolded, shoved roughly forward with my hands tied behind me. I had no idea where we were going. I couldn't see anything, and that made everything much worse.
Dante was going to kill me in the most brutal way possible. I had spoken rudely to him, even though he deserved every bit of it. He had pretended not to care, but now he did, and he was going to make me pay for every curse I'd thrown at him.
If only those curses could come to pass. If only I could speak and God would listen to every desire in my heart and make them true. Then I wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place.
"Halt!" a voice ordered, and someone gripped my arm, stopping me from moving any farther.
