I was surprised to see Gage back before dinner. He wasn’t alone. Bianca and Drake were both with him as he stepped through the massive entryway. Bianca ran to me, threw her arms around me, and squealed, “Camille, I’ve been so worried about you!”

I was so excited to see the friendly faces that I couldn’t make a coherent sentence. Drake stepped through the entryway and brought in suitcases. I looked questioningly but couldn’t peel myself away from Bianca. I could feel his eyes on me; they were heavy and I couldn’t read his expression. My mind jumped to our lunch at Andolini’s, the last time all four of us had been together. The excitement of that day seemed so long ago. I wasn’t sure I was even the same person anymore. I felt weak, frightened, broken – a far cry from the euphoria from my last day of freedom.

Zandra walked down the staircase, suspicious of the people who had arrived without an invitation. “Gage, so lovely to see you again. I see you’ve brought friends.”

“I spoke with my father this morning and told him how well Camille and I had hit it off. I knew Camille and Bianca were good friends, but as you know, Bianca is betrothed to Drake Nash. It would not be appropriate for me to travel with another Centaur’s fiancé. My father recommended that I bring Bianca and Drake for a stay with you until we are wed.”

“Your father suggested this?”

“Yes, Miss Zandra. He knows Camille is new to the Centaur way and thought having the three of us to keep her company may make her transition into our society less ...problematic.”

Zandra’s expression was stern, but she did not argue. “If it is at your father’s request, I can hardly deny you.” She looked at my guard, “Aragon, take their luggage upstairs. There are several open bedrooms in Camille’s wing. Notify the staff that Camille will have company for dinner this evening.” Without another word, she turned and walked away. The guard looked perplexed. I had not been left unguarded since the day I set foot here.

Aragon looked at the suitcases, then at me, then back to the suitcases. Gage could see the guard’s internal struggle as clearly as I could. “Aragon, Camille will be safe with us. She won’t bolt out the door. If Miss Zandra wants you to take our luggage upstairs, I wouldn’t neglect her direction.” He made a motion with his hands around his own neck, emulating the necklace I wore. The guard agreed and took the suitcases.

As soon as the guard was headed up the stairs, Bianca whispered, “Gage told us. Don’t worry, we’ll find a way to get you out of here.”

“I can’t believe you’re all here. How long are you staying?”

She answered conspiratorially, “As long as it takes. Drake works for his dad, so it was easy for him to take the time off. Gage told his dad what he’d seen, and Kyle said to do whatever it took to keep you safe.”

We knew watchful eyes were on us. Bianca, Drake and Gage were full of excitement, funny stories, and a real love of life. It was therapeutic just to be in their presence, and I was more grateful than I could have ever expressed to any of them, to have them near me after so much loneliness. After we had eaten dinner and spent several hours together, Bianca announced, “Okay, I’m exhausted. Drake, will you walk me to my room?”

“I’d be happy to. Good night, Gage. Good night, Camille. I think I’ll turn in, too. See you both in the morning.” The two walked arm-in-arm up the stairs, leaving only Gage, me and my guard in the sitting room. Gage walked across the room, sat down beside me on the sofa and whispered, “There is nothing you could do or no action you could take that would be disobedient to me.” He pressed his lips to my forehead. When he stood up, he moved his hand to my cheek and looked lovingly in my eyes, “I need a word with Miss Zandra. Will you accompany me?”

Reeling from our tender exchange, I wasn’t sure how to react. Was he testing my necklace to see if I would refuse? I didn’t. We found her in an art studio, working on a beautiful oil-painted landscape. Gage cleared his throat, “Miss Zandra, good evening.”

“Hello, Gage, Camille. How are you two getting along?”

“Very well, thank you.”

She looked at her watch; it was after 11:30p.m. “You’re up rather late this evening.”

“We were both going to turn in. I had another request that I hoped you’d consider.”

Zandra set her paint pallet down and looked at him. She seemed to have all the patience in the world for his requests. “Camille tells me that her guard is posted in her room while she sleeps. Although I’m sure it is for her protection, she hasn’t been sleeping well. As her fiancé, I’m none too thrilled that another man is permitted in her room while she sleeps.”

“You are correct, Gage. The guards are for her protection. It is not negotiable.”

“I was afraid you might say that. Well, thank you for your consideration. I need to phone father tonight and let him know that we arrived safely. I’ll escort Camille to her room then step outside the gate to retrieve my cell.”

He had just threatened her. I didn’t have a clue what sort of power Gage’s dad had over Zandra, but her eyes widened and she stammered, “You know, as her fiancé, I’m sure you have her best interests at heart. If it pleases you, her guard will remain outside her room while she sleeps. We do have a phone in the house that you may use. There is no reason for you to have to brave the mosquitoes and the bats walking to your car; her guard will show you where it is.”

“How very kind of you, Miss Zandra! I’m so pleased. I will definitely relay to my father how accommodating you have been.” Gage held out his elbow for me to hold as he escorted me to my room. When we were outside my bedroom door, he pressed his lips to my forehead a second time and said, “I’ll see you in the morning, Camille. I had a lovely evening and look forward to tomorrow. Sleep well.” Gage turned his attention to the guard, “Please alert me if you are concerned for Camille’s safety. Do not enter her room without me. Do you understand?”

“I understand, Mr. Richardson. Have a good evening.”

Gage’s smirk was undeniable. I had no idea what he was up to, but I was pleased that he seemed to have far more influence in this house than I did. I turned in for the night, and although I hadn’t mentioned to Gage that I hated the idea of being watched while I slept, I was thrilled that he somehow knew it to be true. I crawled into bed and was excited for the first time in a long time; there was a ray of hope for my future.

I heard a ruckus out in the hallway about an hour later. I was sure I had heard Gage’s voice, something about a bat in his room. I saw a blur by my door but was half asleep and paid it almost no attention, at least until I realized I wasn’t alone. The illumination from the windows brightened the room. I felt a gentle hand caress my cheek, and heard a low whisper. “Camille, it’s me. I had to see you.” I knew who was kneeling beside my bed when those beautiful ice blue eyes came into focus.