But victims do not see exits.
“They’re here!” She jumps from the lounge chair and hurries inside the house while I walk calmly behind her, wrapping myself in a towel so I can hide in my room and wait for Dante to access his agendas.
Searching for a way out of the cursed harem.
I put on my headphones and lock myself in the bathroom, listening while they discuss business slowing down due to the approach of my wedding and everyone’s anticipation regarding the new Capo.
Nobody wants to start a major new business deal on the verge of a leadership change, because my future husband could simply reject whatever agreement is made.
Father comments that this is normal during times of transition, though he complains anyway. His footsteps grow louder, and his breathing floods my ears. He is standi
