Until Midnight: A Dystopian Fairy Tale (The Crimson Fold Book 1) by Erin Bedford

Author:Erin Bedford [Bedford, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Embrace the Fantasy Publishing
Published: 2017-10-22T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

After our interviews, we weren’t sent back to the gathering room. Instead we were given free rein to do with our time what we liked until the party that evening. I spent that time pacing my room, wringing my hands in front of me.

While Daphne had reassured me that I wouldn’t be punished for my little outburst, I wasn’t so sure. The longer I was left to my own devices the more anxious I became. No other guest would have dared shout at them the way I had. If I was in their position I knew I wouldn’t let me live.

But what I wanted to know was why it was taking so long for them to come get me.

The television screen on my bedroom wall came on by itself and a song played before the scoreboard from before showed on the screen. I didn’t want to look. I didn’t dare look. My score yesterday had been great but then again, my little bout with my shoes looked like a cute mishap compared to today’s disaster.

Unfortunately, the screen didn’t turn off and I couldn’t figure out how to turn it off on my own. So, to stave off the urge to check it, I marched from my room. The door slammed shut behind me making me wince and search the hallway, but no one noticed.

Arms wrapped around my waist, I strolled through the hallway with no destination in mind. I just couldn’t stay in that room any longer and they had said we could do what we wanted. If I was going to die today I wanted to be outside—at least one more time.

I searched for a way to get outdoors, a garden or a terrace but with no luck. Tired of looking, I sank down against the wall and buried my head in my lap. Why couldn’t I have stayed in the Glade? If my father hadn’t married Belinda, Julianna would be the one here and I’d be back home clearing the crops for the new season.

My eyes pricked with tears and I didn’t fight them. My shoulders heaved as I wallowed in my misery not caring if anyone saw me. I was dead anyway. What did I care what they thought?

Like everything that had happened to me since I arrived, I didn’t have much choice in the matter. My solace was broken by a tut-tutting and then a hand on my shoulder. I slowly glanced up from my lap and saw the older woman from before.

Venna.

“Dear, why are you crying?” she asked in a motherly tone. I found myself wanting to throw myself into her arms and bury my face in her chest. The same kind of thing I would have done to my own mother but I refrained. I didn’t know this woman and I highly doubted she would let a stranger impose upon her in such a manner.

I wiped my nose with the back of my hand not caring that I probably look a blotchy mess. “I wanted to go outside.

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