The One That Got Away

Patterns

Freya had spent the last two days with Tom. Tom had been so thoughtful and kind, that she had almost forgotten he had brought her here against her will. Freya felt herself falling into old habits when on the third day, she awoke with Tom's arms tightly wound around her waist. Today, she would see Candace. Today she would escape.

Tom stirred in his sleep. He looked rather peaceful like this. It was easy to forget what he wanted to become. The future dark lord. Woo.

Freya found it best to try not to move. He would simply hold her tighter. Freya lay awake in Tom's arms. She lay awake thinking.

She felt crushing guilt. It quite literally was making her lose sleep. She had never been given the chance to break it off with Arthur. It made her sick to her stomach what she had done to him.

Disloyal, unkind, cruel.

All words Freya could now use to describe herself. She was a monster. Maybe she and Tom deserved each other.

She could tell he was awake, by his grip switching to hold her wrists. Freya sighed, Tom did like leverage.

Well that was obvious, considering the way he had kidnapped her best friend.

Within an instant, she was turned onto her back, with her wrists pinned to the bed. Tom loomed over her, casting shadows on her features.

"Sleep well?" He asked, before leaning down and beginning to kiss her neck.

"No, you?"

"Well, That is to be expected in any new place," Said Tom, between kisses. "You will just have to get used to in. I slept like a baby."

"You woke up in the middle of the night to cry about how hungry you were?" She asked, trying to ignore the satisfaction she found when Tom's lips found the crook of her neck.

He chuckled against her skin.

"You know what I mean." He Said, before finally kissing her lips. He rolled off of her, allowing her to climb out of the bed.

"I get to see Candace tonight?" Asked Freya, pulling a robe around her that had been hanging at the post of the bed.

"Yes, of course, I would never lie to you, love." Said Tom, walking to her so her neck was now bent to look up at him.

"Not anymore, you mean." Said Freya, resentfully. She had gotten awfully bored in his absence. He had not allowed her access to an owl. All she could do was reread books in his library. Books that should of never read. Number one, they were inaccurate, and two, dark magic should be obliterated.

"Never again." Said Tom before kissing her cheek, "I need to get ready to go. When I come back be ready for dinner, you want to look nice for your reunion, don't you?"

"What time will you be back? I do not wish to be sitting around in a stiff dress longer than need be." Said Freya, speaking loudly to Toms receding figure.

He did not answer her. She sighed.

Freya could have escaped, but without Candace home safe, she really had no options.

She would escape with Candace tonight. Disappear.

At least she could get work done from here. Woohoo. She looked at the blank sheet of parchment and began her outline for the new finiancial plan. Balancing money was not hard, it was simply complex.

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It was now or never, as she looked at Candace coming in through the door. The foyer had marble floors and deep green walls. The windows were covered in deep green curtains, as if to shield those from the outside world.