Too Late, Governor: My Freedom Is Mine

firmary, a bandage tight around my shoulder. The doctor said the knife had m

't fee

He stood at the foot of my bed, his ar

e said, his voice low. "Y

umb. Sloppy. I take a knife for

d, avoiding my eyes. "Tomorrow. We can't ris

r of something else in his eyes. Concern? G

turning to leave. "You'r

both physical and emotional. My shoulder

remony, one of Chloe'

uests your presence

her magnificent white gown. She was stunnin

weet smile vanished. Her face twi

she h

hen, she slapped me. Her hand cracked across my cheek,

ered. "You were just a toy. A warm body for

cheek stinging,

m. "How you were just some piece of trash he picked up off the str

d me like

said, her voice dropping to a whisper. She pointed to

er, my blood

harp. "You're going to be my footstool. I don't want t

lian was standing there, in his tuxedo, watchin

hing. His face

oor. I got on my hands and knees. The pain in my

y back, using me for leverage as she s

the limousine pulled away. I watched it disap

eart finally, truly, gav

m in the staff quarters. I packed my single duf

lian had given me for my birthday two years

t estate, past the gates I had guarded for years