The Road to Port Haven (Chapter 4­, page 1 of 15)


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Kara awoke with a smile on her lips, feeling as though she had slept the night within the safe and comforting embrace of Roman's arms. The dawn told a different tale; the day was grey and overcast, the room and but for herself, her bed empty. But for the time being the feel of his touch seemed to linger, and she lay in bed awhile trying to recapture the sensation of being so close to him.

Yet a cold thrill of fear pushed any thought of comfort from her mind as she remembered that her father was coming, would one day arrive at the doorstep to this house and claim her. She thought of flight once more but the very notion seemed tired and meaningless. She tried directing her thoughts to the future, a future that held a life for her at the convent, perhaps. But try as she might, all that came to mind was an image of hollow, empty blackness. And in that moment, a fateful resolve came over her that should she be faced with losing her freedom to her father, she would take her own life, either by diving off the ship and swimming towards the bottom and oblivion, or by throwing herself off the high balcony of her father's home in Athens. Either method was sure to succeed, and both escapes, she knew, would become available to her.

Not a fatalist by nature, however, she thought of the road to Port Haven and considered secreting herself there until her father gave up the chase and left Isla Fiero. Perhaps Anana could help her? Would she?

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