The helicopter's roar still vibrated in my ears as we descended onto the cobblestone courtyard of the castle. The same castle I had sworn never to set foot in again just days ago. The one that in my mind would always be tied to invisible chains, to the feeling of being a trophy rather than a person.
It hadn't even been five days since we left for Damian and Luna's wedding... and now everything was different. My father was dead. I was broken. And yet, the iron doors of this place would open before me once again, as if I had never left.
We moved among Lucian's men, who unloaded my belongings from a black truck, guarded as if it contained gold. I saw the boxes, the suitcases, my things that now seemed to belong to someone else, and my stomach turned.
Before, I had believed that if things didn't work out between us, it would be like in the human world: you separate, go to a lawyer, and sign divorce papers. But in this world, everything seemed written in irreversible laws.
