Chapter 10 A Game Of Survival

• The soft glow of dawn filters through the large windows, casting a warm light on the almond-colored drapery hooks. Despite the comfort of the luxurious bedsheets, sleep eludes me. It's my first night away from Efrem's watchful gaze, yet instead of plotting my escape, my mind replays the scene of his departure.
• I stood at the top of the staircase, observing Efrem prepare to leave with the red-haired woman clinging to his arm. Alek and Tavin bustled in and out, carrying an excessive amount of luggage for a mere three-day trip.
• How much someone could possibly need to carry for a three-day leave.