Milan didn’t know if he would either stay inside a dark hut and hide behind a four-poster cloth chamber or go to jail and be mocked by police officers every day. Both ends led to the disappearance of his freedom of movement and seeing people at will. He didn’t even know what would happen to the rest.
Corbin was confined, and Corey should be held against her will by the sheriff as a bargaining chip. As for Florence… Milan didn’t know what to think about it for now. He didn’t know why Florence grew so impatient, enough to destroy the satellite phone. He didn’t even know if Florence said anything to Mauve before doing so.
Clad in a white robe with special markings, Milan sat inside the cloth chamber for the rest of the day. In fact, he didn’t even know how long he had been seated there. The cushion on the floor chair was so comfortable he didn’t realize hours had already gone by.
“Halt! You are now in the presence of the Divine Bride!”
