MEMORIES OF HIM

JOVITA

I walked back to the room, and my eyes fell on the nightstand, where his ring still sat, staring at me. My face creased in a confused frown. Why didn't he take his ring? I went over and picked it up, examining it. It looked pretty expensive and unique and made me wonder if this was just his fancy ring or if he left it there as part of his plan to get to know me. I left it there and stared at the dead body beside the bed. I dragged her across the room toward the window, and with all the strength I could muster, I hauled her over the windowsill and into the bellowing sea. I watched her plummet and crash into the water.

I walked back into the room, inspecting it. From the white walls to the large walk-in closet and the black head and footboard of the bed, there was no sign of softness in the personality of the owner of the room. His room was, however, the most modern room in the castle. There were no pictures on the walls or on the nightstand. Who was I kidding? These peop