52. I'm not weak

Erica

I spent most of my morning holed up in the bedroom in one of his long shirts, reading through the book I had taken a few days ago and enjoying my solitude. Not obsessing over what happened in the morning. How he taunted me, played with me and made me half crazy with his touch.

“Hence, when able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must seem inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near.”

After taking in enough points that clamored around my mind like half dozen coins in a tin box, I closed the book and dropped back on my back on the bed. I thought that it was enough knowledge to strategize and plan my way out of this horrible castle and one unbearable Italian arsehole, only to fall asleep. And when I woke up it was a few hours later in the noon so I decided to venture out because as much as I wanted to I couldn't hide in here all day, sooner or later I would've to face Ephraim.