"How could he?" Viola repeated for the countless time that day, pacing the length of Sebastian's living room, too angry to sit still even for a second. She couldn't believe he would lock her up like some prisoner, posting guards to keep watch over her.
It didn't matter whether they'd hurt her or not, she had expected better of him, and the realization disappointed her, broke something quietly in her chest that made her feel like she suddenly held nothing in his world. How could he?
She'd known she hadn't married a saint, that the cruelty everyone whispered about him hadn't simply vanished just because he'd fallen in love with her and sworn to be with her forever. But never in a million years had she imagined he would lock her away and stop her from saving someone who mattered so much to her sister.
