The Escape

see to it that Mr. Gaius r

nable to control the tears that were silentl

le relinquishing control. He takes a seat in the large w

onto the area between his legs as

m, because I didn't want to look him in the

powerless to stop my animosity from building up when he just adjusted hi

failed miserably when he sighs and puts his hands on my stiff

are being rubbed and massaged by hi

rd all your cries. But you must understand that I'm acting in your best inte

h me at all. He sits up so that his chest is now crushed against m

ard, burying it in my hair. It would be extremely difficult if you were far from us because you are such an im

remarks and made an effort to empathize. I

when Jonathan fled, at least then, I hoped to relocate

alize, don't you? If you are so far away, I would be really concerned. He mu

ing from. Being given this unique treatment by

ng my waist. He continues to hold me to himself, his other hand stroking my h

ssed with thoughts of my new reality. He mumbles infrequently about how p

s babbling since I'm too busy trying

had enough of his constant intrusion. "Well, if that's all

n I feel his hands grab my hips and turn m

He comments as he moves to the edge

into the side drawer of his desk that is t

he holds up a rectangular gold

Outpost at some point this week. As he speaks, I can only watch as my brow

blush that appeared on my cheeks at the thought of talki

from his chair. He then tucks a small gold foil into my palm and

e; however, it has folded edges, indicating that the true object is und

explains, gritting his teeth as he speaks and clenching his jaw slightly as he casts a sidelong glance. When your assignment pierces you, it serves as a safe

ppear uncomfortable like I do, he instead na

and turn to walk away when I suddenly got an ide

and expanded our community. Nearly everyone was compelled to become pregnant immediately after graduation; some wer

The Outpost, so if I had become pregnant before the start of the academic year, I would not hav

have a child just yet. But as I tilt my head back to look int

pace between us while he is standing at

ach side. "My sweet, sweet Isabella," he muttered. He gives my f

he mutters the words that only serve to furt

ng Antonio's childr