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There was someone in my room.
I could hear things being moved around while my brain tried to click out of sleep mode and into there’s someone in my fucking room mode. I tried to be calm. I tried to be cool. I’m a deadly, enhanced, super fighting chick, right? That’s what I told myself while my heart thumped like a scared little bitch.
I listened as the closet door was opened and my new clothes were rifled through.
What the actual fuck did they want with my clothes?
“What the fuck are you doing?” I yelled and jumped out of bed, ready to kill whoever the perpetrator was. The moment my new clothes were touched was the moment all thoughts of being calm went out the window. I was too pissed off by the violation to be scared.
Strangely, my heart rate was once again completely steady. Anger clearly cancelled out all of my fear responses.
Good to know.
“Es ist alles gute Liebchen.” The lady who’d pummelled my body and made me cry the night before stood in front of an open suitcase—packing.
“I don’t fucking understand you,” I yelled in frustration and confusion.
“It is good, ja,” she said and carried on packing.
“Why are you packing my stuff?” I said, bringing my voice down a few octaves but couldn’t quite keep the frustration out of it.
It was only once I’d gotten my anger under control that I realised it was daylight outside and the sun was streaming in through the window. I guess it had stopped snowing at some point during the night and the clouds had finally cleared. I then vaguely remembered Von Zimmer had said something about having to go on a trip in the morning, but I hadn’t realised he’d meant for me to go along. I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about leaving the safety of the castle. I really didn’t want to be gutted the way Elena had been. Why couldn’t the high and mighties fight their own fucking battles? Now wouldn’t that be a sight to behold.
She ignored me and kept sifting through my clothes, folding some, putting others back, her choices were folded perfectly and placed neatly in the case. Von Zimmer had probably given her clear instructions on what would be needed. Pity he hadn’t shared that information with me.
Staring down at her, I felt completely lost. I didn’t know what to do with myself. Was I supposed to shower and get dressed and meet Von Zimmer and the rest of his entourage in some or other great hall? I was so confused by everything in this new life. Nothing made sense. Tears once again threatened to overwhelm me.
I took a deep breath and tried to pull myself towards myself. A shadow lurked in the doorway.
“Good,” the lurker said. “You’re finally awake.” He sounded remarkably like Sunil.
“Good morning to you too,” I said and crossed my arms. I felt strangely vulnerable in the satin pjs, which was weird since he’d already seen me completely naked.
“You have about thirty minutes to get ready. Olga will show you to the dining room when you’re ready,” he said as he stepped out of the shadows and nodded at the woman packing my clothes.
“Is that her name?” I said, feeling guilty for not having asked her for it last night.
He frowned in response.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Wear something comfortable and warm. It’s going to be a long flight and it’s colder where we’re going,” he said and then walked away, leaving me more confused than ever.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I asked empty air. “How much colder could it get?”
Olga simply shrugged and closed the suitcase. Her job was done.
My job, on the other hand, was only just beginning.