Chapter 410 – The Bond

• Pippa fusses over me when we leave the bathroom, chattering about my poor bruised jaw and how we’re going to cover that up with makeup. But I sit down on my bed and make a big show of yawning, wanting a minute alone to catch my proverbial breath and better hide my new weapon. As I lean back against my pillows, though, something crinkles beneath me in a very non-fabric-y way.
• It takes all of my willpower not to let my eyes fly wide, to grab at whatever little piece of paper is there. Instead, I just lean more fully back and stretch my arms over my head.
• “Oh, you poor dear,” Pippa murmurs, noticing finally. “I’ll leave you for a little, perhaps? So you can take a nap? I’m always sleepy on the first day of my confinement.”