Chapter Nine
Odelia POV
One of the bodyguards practically dragged me downstairs to the dining table for the lunch that I’m not going to eat. I had gotten thoroughly tipsy several times last week, but decided to cut that out. It isn’t healthy.
I sit and read most of the time. I’ll read whatever book I’m offered.
I don’t really like talking, though. Talking was what got me in trouble. If I had just stayed silent and docile, I wouldn’t be in this predicament.
I sit with my elbow on the table and my chin in my hand, staring at the wall. Contemplating the Socratic method and how it’s continued to play a role with both realists and pessimists.
Suddenly I hear footsteps behind me, and freeze. Only one person I know walks quite like that, and he’s my worst nightmare.
Aiden.
Don’t talk. Do
