It was almost twelve, Eliza walked into the unlit apartment. She was barefoot immediately, and the only bright thing was her engagement ring. Terrence’s scent stayed with her, from their sweet lovemaking.”So you slept with him,” Rafe did not wait for her answer, as he came out of the shadows.
Leaning against the wall, Eliza studied her husband-to-be.
“It does not matter,” she replied, shaking her head and trying to get past him.
But Rafe would not let her walk past.
“Is it over?”
Eliza pushed him, and walked past him.
“Did you call Margaux while you were waiting for me?” She questioned without turning her head.
“You knew about Margaux. You, your new man from me, that is why you have to give him up.”
“And Severine?”
“Eliza!”
“You know so perfectly everything. About me, what I should do. I did not and am not giving up anyone. You probably have another twelve lovers, and are trying to make me feel guilty! No…”
Rafe’s words sounded to her as if she was underwater. Above her and meaningless.
“What?” she sighed.
“You are not even listening.”
Eliza felt like an underwater thing like that line in “Liquid Diamonds” by Tori Amos.
She was, and she was using her siren song to subdue Rafe, and to keep Terrence properly seduced.
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An enjoyable and intriguing read x
I like that Eliza seems to finally take a stand and choose for something she really wants, Terrance in this case 🙂
Rebel xox