Fey
When I return to the bedroom, I steal a backpack out of Lane’s closet and start packing clothes in it. I only get about a fifth of the way done before I realize how idiotic this is, and toss the bag aside. Like that monster is going to give me a room or let me shower and change clothes. I never think about it, but I got lucky that Lane kidnapped me before Alexander did. If he had, I probably would have been dead by now. Restless, I begin once again searching the room from top to bottom looking for my dagger. I may be walking into a wolf den, but I am not doing it unarmed. It’s a useless endeavor, searching for the dagger. I know this already, but that doesn’t stop me from getting halfway through my search. I just need to do something. Anything. I can’t just sit around and wait. Being
