Requiem of the Soul (The Society Trilogy #1) - Natasha Knight Page 0,70

to scare me? Or is he trying to figure out if I truly have information on her whereabouts? I don’t, and for the first time in six years, I’m glad I don’t because I have a feeling my husband can detect lies.

“You’ve gone pale.” He pushes his chair back, stands, and comes to pull my chair out. He holds his hand out to me.

I look at it, then up at him.

“Come, Ivy. I will put you to bed.”

25

Ivy

It was funny that he asked me if I was searching for which buttons to push when he knows exactly which to push for me.

He put me to bed after dinner last night, exactly as he said. Dressing me in a sexy silk slip, then taking care to rub salve into the tattoo, he tucked me in like a freaking child, knowing all along how angry it made me. He didn’t touch me apart from taking care of the tattoo. When I saw the negligée, I assumed there would be something, and the fact that I’m bothered by that is even more frustrating than the rest of it.

He’s a control freak. I know that. And I’m just one more thing he can and will control and that includes my pleasure too, I’m sure. And I’m also sure my defiance only makes him that much more determined.

I haven’t seen Santiago all day apart from the glimpse I caught of him getting into a little silver sports car and speeding off a few hours ago. I want to know where he went and who he’s with. Is he at a fancy dinner or an evening out on the town while I sit here night after night isolated and alone? Mercedes is gone too. I heard her telling Antonia she wouldn’t be back tonight. That’s at least a silver lining.

Which gives me the perfect chance to do some more exploring. Maybe check out some of those off-limits rooms. Because I found something I don’t think I was supposed to find today.

Antonia wishes me a good night, telling me she’s off to bed, and leaves the room. It’s almost ten, but I've been anxious to get going for hours.

I give it a few minutes after she’s gone before I get up. I tuck the heavy rosary under the black slip. The stones of the thing are cold against my bare skin, and I pull on a sweater. I don’t want to run into the staff and have them see it around my neck. It will only reaffirm his dominance over me. It’s humiliating enough to submit to him, but to have them all know it? Well, I don’t think I could handle that.

I searched for a phone during the day, but there doesn’t seem to be one anywhere. It’s not unusual not to have a landline, though. I found the pool too, and it took all I had not to just slip right in and swim. It’s beautiful. Twice the size of the one at my parents’ house with two-story-high glass ceilings and walls and tiny little turquoise and gold tiles as far as the eye can see.

I’d swim if I was sure I wouldn’t get caught. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m afraid of what he’d do if he did catch me. I have a feeling even if no one reported back, he’d smell the chlorine on me somehow, even if I scrubbed my skin raw.

The conversation last night about Hazel still has me rattled. And his comment about my dad not really ever searching for her, is that true? Why? Or was he somehow protecting her from The Society?

And now I’m wondering if Santiago himself is looking for her. Does he care enough to bring her back to be punished? Why? He used to be like a son to my father. Does he realize that, I wonder? Surely, he wouldn’t do anything to cause my father pain. Right?

I step out into the hallway and turn toward the stairs that lead down to the first floor and back to the large and well-stocked library, which just happens to be near his study. I only know that because I’d been in the library when I’d overheard Antonia tell one of the maids she wasn’t allowed to be in that part of the house and to clear out.

So I make my way toward the dark corridor with the double doors at the end that lead to the library. I feel my heart race and keep