Chapter 22: Unexpected Shelter

Ruby

Hissing in frustration, I walk away from the empty house. I ran all the way—not minding if the world thinks of me as crazy—to Diavolo’s only to meet an empty house after hoping for comfort in his arms.

I drag my feet, tired from running. And then, I come to a stop on the not-so-bustling city street, desperation surging through me. The chill in the air does little to numb the rawness of my plight. I cannot go back home; Papa would get a hold of my throat for embarrassing his mighty name and soiling Archer’s ego.

And my sister, Ethel, I have no word in mind to illustrate how furious yet, hopeful she is at the moment. Encouraging everyone to wait for my return, which will not happen.

I stamp my feet on the ground, unconsciously acting on my thoughts.

I feel terribly uncomfortable from the steaming eyes of passers-by. I am grateful that no one approaches me instead, they continue to steal glances from afar while going about their activities.

After taking a few steps forward to avoid