She tossed and turned, left, then right.
Despite her eyes being shut, she was plagued by the constant image of him, clad in a suit and exhaling into the harsh winter night.
"Aargh!"
Frustrated, Ivana sat straight up and grabbed the painting of him on the table. She punched right at it, causing a hole to appear on the face of Lucas Walker in the portrait.
She crumpled the painting and laid back down on her pillow.
A moment later, she got up yet again, jumped out of bed, and picked up the telescope to look outside the fence.
He was still standing there.
"Lucas Walker, you've pushed me to this point," she muttered, "Just wait!"
Discarding the telescope, Ivana walked over to a chest of drawers, opened the top one, and took out a large rectangular box, which she then flipped open with a snap.
Inside the box, there was a beautiful red compound bow.
She grabbed the bow from the box and walked over to the terrace door.
From his location, he wouldn't be able to see the terrace.
