My plan to escape was thwarted.
See, I’d decided to let Lucien hunt me down and kill me.
I didn’t want to die. I also didn’t think he’d do it.
Kill me that was.
It seemed, weirdly enough, he actually liked me in his freakish vampire way.
When he found me (and he would), I was counting on the fact he’d give into me pleading for my life, figure out I was more of a pain in the ass than I was worth, he’d release me and I’d be on my way.
It was a ludicrous plan hatched in a hysterically angry frame of mind.
However, my day turned out rather busy and I never had the chance to put it into action.
First up, I tried to get Edwina to tell me if she knew what happened with my aunties. She said she didn’t know. I didn’t know her enough to know if she was lying or not but I let it go.
Next, I started to plan my getaway.
Obviously, I’d need cash, credit cards and identification. So, logically, I started with my purse.
There I found the dread, detested Lucien had not only confiscated my phone; he’d also taken my wallet and my passport.
The bastard.
That was okay. I had a few pieces of jewelry that were worth some money. I’d pawn them to get some cash.
I went to the drawer in my dressing table that had an inbuilt, velvet lined jewelry section.
My jewelry was gone.
Damn!
What? Did he read my mind at breakfast?
Undeterred, I decided just to go. Upon examining the house two days ago, I’d also examined the garage and saw the Cayenne which Edwina told me Lucien had bought for me. I could sell the Cayenne for a shed load of money.
Upon thoroughly searching and eventually asking Edwina, I found there were no keys. Lucien had taken them.
“He’s concerned about you, dear,” Edwina explained what she thought was the truth. “You weren’t steady on your feet yesterday. You need a bit of time to get settled in and it won’t help to go gallivanting around the countryside.”
After offering that pearl of wisdom, she flitted away.
I was glaring at her back while considering loading the silver in a pillowcase and hitchhiking to the nearest town when the next thing happened.
The doorbell rang and Edwina and I both reached it at the same time. Me hoping it was my aunties or better yet, my Mom. Edwina knowing who it was.
It was two men who came bearing lots and lots of boxes.
Edwina was obviously expecting this and although she acted a little bit weirded out about it but didn’t share why, she started to order them around as to where the boxes went.
When the men took some into the bedroom, I followed them and Edwina was waiting for them in the dressing room. Without hesitation she tore one open and started to pull out the things in the box.
The things in the box, by the way, were men’s clothes. Expensive, well-tailored, designer-label men’s clothes that looked like they would fit Lucien.
There were a lot of clothes.
I wandered out of the dressing room and down the stairs and saw other boxes were being placed in other rooms. Mostly the study.