As expected, the rest of the drive was quiet. It felt good to be back home in New York. But the realization that I was coming back to a cage did not help the feeling one bit. It saddened me that I was back to being in the prison Jace had specifically curated for me.
It was a long drive to his mansion but we got there eventually. My mind was going in the different directions but I came back to the present when we arrived.
I didn't wait for anyone to open the door for me, I just got out and entered the house. I muttered answers to the the staff that welcomed me as I made my way upstairs and to the bedroom we shared.
Tired and feeling dirty from the trip, I quickly took my clothes off and entered the shower, locking the door behind me so he wouldn't think about joining me in here.
I didn't realize how exhausted I felt until the hot water touched my skin. I sighed in relief as the warmth enveloped me. It felt like therapy, like an escape. A very much needed escape.
