Proserpina

I rose up from my seat in a surge of horror and fury. My heart was pounding so loudly, I could hear it hammering in my chest. Sweeping up my phone, I ran out, up the stairs, to the room Lucien had taken as his study.

I noticed Beatrice, who was holding Claude, watching me in some consternation.

“Chile,’ she called out in anxiety,

“Are you okay?"

I nodded and then shook my head as I tore up, my yoga pants and long Tee not hampering me. Dimly, I ...