Alaric lunged, grabbing me before I could pull away. With a forceful shove, he pressed me into the cramped storage closet.
“Stay here until you understand the errors of your ways!” he snarled.
“Let me out!” I screamed, pounding the door, but he had already locked it. Tears ran down my cheeks.
Alaric knew I hated confined spaces. How dare he trap me like an animal.
I forced my heart to slow. Crying would do nothing. None of them deserved my tears—or my love.
I huddled in the corner, surveying the tiny room. Nothing could help me escape.
Evening fell, and a soft knock echoed from the door. I scrambled forward, yanking at the handle.
“Is anyone there? Please! Unlock this door!” I called desperately.
Silence answered at first, then Morgana’s mocking voice rang out.
“Oh, sweet Raven, locked up just where you belong,” she taunted.
I sighed. “What do you want? Are you done performing your little show?”
“Not yet,” she giggled. “I didn’t know Alaric could love someone so much that he’d lock you away, even knowing it’s your greatest fear.”
I ground my teeth, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing me break.
“If you have nothing of substance to say, then leave,” I snapped.