After the Happily Ever After (Marston Series Book 2) by Cassandra Morann

Author:Cassandra Morann [Morann, Cassandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-07-23T23:00:00+00:00

Evangelina had a few vague memories of the night. Being bathed. Put to bed. The first by Mrs. Jenkins, and the latter, she thought, by Magnus. The next day, she discovered that they had stopped at the home of some local gentry eager to serve an Earl after she was jerked awake in the morning in a state of groggy confusion. Evangelina was then promptly shoved back into the carriage, and proceeded to fall back asleep. It was as if the strains of the previous days had finally caught up with her, cutting her strings as though she were a marionette, and Evangelina was little more than a lump tucked into the corner for the rest of the day. The constant vigilance, the devastation of her failed escape, exhausted her to the core of her being, her body revolting at the continued strain. She regained a few of her senses by late morning in order to realize she was hungry and scarf down all that was given to her, plus an apple Magnus supplied her after seeing that she was positively ravenous. Evangleina made no attempts at escape and barely even an attempt to talk.

Evangelina tried very hard to tell herself that her spirit was not broken, but it was beginning to look that way. This was the third day she was stuck in this carriage with the man – the people, for she was growing increasingly angry with Magnus for not letting her go, though he was likely right she would have contracted pneumonia and been far worse off – who had abducted her. And there had been no sign of Zeke or Rowan or Conway, or anyone. It was most disheartening.

She didn’t even make a fuss when, that night, Mrs. Jenkins stripped her of all her clothes, stripped the bed of any linens, and bound Evangelina’s hands and feet. They weren’t as well done as the first that had been on her when she was taken, but they were much better than the ones she’d loosened off herself in the carriage. Not that it mattered; there was no way out. She was bound, naked, fifteen feet off the ground, and alone as Mrs. Jenkins left her to her misery. Evangelina curled up on the sheetless bed, stared at the wall, and tried not to cry, knowing that if she did, likely she’d never stop.

Thinking of how Samira would tell her stories for comfort, Evangelina tried to bring one to mind. She thought of the tale of Ekalavya who was a young prince from a hunter tribe who dreamed of being the greatest of archers. He wished to study under Dronacharya, but Dronacharya turned him away as Ekalavya was from a lower caste. This devastated Ekalavya, but he would not give up on his dream, so he took the dirt from where Dronacharya had stood and fashioned the mud into an idol. Ekalavya treated that idol as a teacher, and he worked diligently on his archery day after day for years.

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