~ODETTE'S POV~
"Ursula. That's not a name I've heard in a long time and vaguely remember her name. She must have been that close." I shrugged. I did like the idea of someone who knew my family being around to teach me. I missed home so much. Now if they rescued me, I don't know if I'd return with them.
I need to convince Ambrose to let me reach out to my mother and tell her I'm okay. That she doesn't have to keep searching for me, that maybe in time, I'll get to come visit, and we can move past this.
I don't think I can ever truly let go of Ambrose.
I look back at the man holding me from behind. His strong jaw and sharp cheeks. His think black hair that screamed to run my fingers through it. Golden eyes like sunshine and honey. A face carved by gods.
How I fit perfectly in his arms. I don't think I'll ever go back. I've been gone weeks, and that place doesn't feel like home to me.
But his arms do. He feels like the home I've always wanted.
