We were silent for a few minutes.
"You know" he smiled "I like you like this, quite, and tame. If it weren't for that smelly dress and disgusting little ring on your finger, I'd say you're back to your sweet little self."
No.
I glanced down at the ring on my finger, tears stung my dry eyes, and I pulled my hand into my chest, holding the ring tightly to my body.
"You're never going to see him again, Calla. There's nothing you can do about it. Do not be a prisoner to things you cannot change, just let it go."
I will never let Sinister go.
He raised a pale finger and pointed to my ring, "that ring is just a reminder of something you'll never have. Give it to me."
My breathing quickened, no, I pulled the ring closer to my chest.
The bed creaked as his tall frame stood , and leaned ove
