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