Chapter 18

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"Your anxiety is lying to you. You are loved. Everything will be okay."⭐
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Originally, I wanted to go out to put a little distance between myself, the manor and its inhabitants.

But instead, I bump into Drogo. And, like every time, it ends in a clash.

Never mind. I won't let him monopolise the rest of my evening!

Sarah is the only one who's really nice to me! She invited me out. The least I can do is to try to return her enthusiasmus and change the way this evening is going!

Nora: "Do you know somewhere where we can dance?"

Sarah: "Yes of course!"

Her face lights up.

Nora: "So let's go!"

She gives me a beautiful smile and gets up to pay.

I stop her in her tracks and pay myself. No way am I gonna let her pay for our drinks when Drogo ruined the moment!

As I put my jacket on I can feel Drogo's eyes on me.

I know it's him cause I recognise the signs: the burning neck, the tingling on my skin...

Once outside, I get a strange feeling. I'm disappointed about leaving Drogo. I feel less excited. What exactly is my problem?! What does it matter to me?!

I enjoy the warm September breeze. The nights are still light, but this will soon change.

Sarah is consulting an app on her phone to find us a nice place.

Sarah: "Got it!"

Nora: "Are we walking?"

Sarah: "Yes, it's not very far!"

Nora: "Is this safe... According to the Bartholy brothers, the town is a real cut throat place for girls alone..."

I look at her mockingly and burst out laughing. They can be so old school sometimes!

Sarah: "Don't worry I know the town really well, and I know how to defend myself..."

Does she think she's superwoman?

We walk a while and I think back to what happened in the bar.

All through my run in with Drogo, Sarah sat back and didn't really get involved.

At the time, I didn't really think anything of it, but now I find it rather surprising, she's not usually like that.

When I think about it more, I realise that she never really gets involved when it comes to a Bartholy.

It's as if she was trying to avoid any form of direct confrontation with them.

Nora: "Sarah?"

Sarah: "Hmm?"

Nora: "Do you think you'll let me into your secret someday?"

She tenses and stays silent, obstinately refusing to answer.

Nora: "Maybe you don't want to talk about it, I can understand that, but stop pretending that nothing's going on, I'm neither blind nor stupid."

Sarah: "I know, but I'm not ready to talk about it... and i can't say that I'll ever talk to you about it at all."

Nora: "Ok. At least, things are clear."

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