Chapter 6 Chapter

Fae Ware POV:

"Just... for a walk," I stammered, my heart hammering against my ribs. I had been so close to freedom.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "A walk? In that outfit? And with that bag?" He gestured to the small duffel I clutched, my passport tucked inside. He knew.

"I needed some fresh air," I said, my voice firmer, a desperate resolve hardening my spine.

He stared at me, his gaze piercing. A flicker of something-guilt, perhaps-crossed his face before being replaced by his usual charming facade. "You know," he said, stepping closer. "I've been thinking about what I said about your music. Maybe I was wrong. I'll support you, Fae. Always."

His words were a poisoned balm, meant to soothe and disarm. He was dangling a false carrot, sensing me slipping away.

Before I could reply, his phone buzzed. "It's my grandfather," he said, his voice curt. "Another crisis. I have to go." He looked at me, a silent plea in his eyes, as if expecting me to wait.

"Go," I said, my voice flat.

He hesitated, then turned and left. I watched him go, a wave of relief washing over me. This was my chance.

I ran. Out the door, down the driveway, not looking back. But as I reached the road to hail a cab, I saw her. Karis. She stood by the roadside, a predatory smile on her face, watching me go. Our eyes met, and a chill snaked down my spine.

"Leaving so soon, Fae?" she sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "Running away again? Some things never change, do they, little foster girl?" Her words were a venomous dart. "You think you can just waltz out of here? Glenn is mine now. All mine. You are nothing but a discarded toy."

"And you," I said, my voice steady, "are a pathetic opportunist. He'll chew you up and spit you out, just like he did me."

Her smile faltered. "Oh, Fae," she whispered, "you have no idea what I'm capable of."

The tension was suffocating. I knew my escape was compromised. Defeated, I turned back toward the gilded cage I so desperately wanted to flee.

Later that evening, Glenn arranged an intimate dinner to celebrate my "return." He filled the mansion with flowers, candles, and my favorite gourmet dishes, trying to recreate the illusion of our perfect love.

Just as we were about to sit down, the doorbell chimed. It was Karis, looking forlorn, a single tear on her cheek.

"Glenn," she whimpered, "I'm so sorry to interrupt, but I just... I couldn't bear to be alone tonight. My apartment still feels so... violated." She glanced at me, a quick, triumphant glint in her eyes.

Glenn, ever the hero, immediately softened. "Karis, darling, come in. Of course. You're always welcome here."

He led her to the table he had set for me. My gaze fell on a delicate crystal vase filled with white roses. My favorite. He always used them as a symbol of his devotion. Now, they felt like a mockery.

"White roses, Fae," he said, his voice soft. "My wild rose."

"Don't," I said, pushing my chair back. "Don't call me that. Not anymore." I stood up, my gaze sweeping over the lavish table. "I'm not hungry," I said, turning to leave. "You two enjoy your... celebration."

I walked away, needing to be alone, needing to breathe. I retreated to my room, the sound of their hushed whispers following me down the hall.