And then, when he knew how and knew he’d survive there wasn’t such a rush.So that was it, that was why Candy took more and more risks. He had to f...nd a way for her to be out of control but safe, which meant he had to do it for her, or maybe have Mistress do it...No, it had to be him... or did it? He had to be in control, had to make sure she was safe. Did that make him feel good? Yes... yes and no. How would he feel when she came home, when he was back in control? Relieved... that was. Nerves. Arousal. She knew it was everything. He was everything.Clasping the golden box from the seat next to her she climbed out of the driver's seat. The beep of the car signalled it was locked. With a quick check of her reflection, she perfected her dark locks before turning to walk across the car park. The gravel crunched beneath her leather knee-high boots. Folding her arms across her chest she attempted to shield out the icy snap. It was colder than what she had thought.The slight rustle. I jumped suddenly as a man snuck up right behind me grabbing my hips and shouting, "what's up baby!" in my ear.Leanne quickly pulled me behind her and stepped in front to defend me. The guy just apologized and asked Leanne what my name was. She looked back at me, a blank and puzzled look on her face."Francesca!" I shrieked back in my best female voice. Leanne smiled and pulled me away to another part of the room so we could dance. While we swayed our bodies to the music, I noticed people were. Her eyes shone with the candlelight burning on my nightstand. I saw it in her eyes. I hugged her to me, squeezing her tight as my own heart raced, my own fear beating through me.“We can do this, okay?”“Okay,” she whispered. She took a deep breath. “I’m with you, princess.”“I know.” I smiled at her. She was such a sweet thing. Such a delicious comfort to me in these terrible days. “It’ll be fine. We’ll go to Sven. He’ll protect us. And we’ll help him kill my father.” He had to die. I couldn’t be.