“You’re up early.”
“And I should’ve drugged you so you’d still be asleep while I handle my business,” Jake mutters, clearly annoyed as he walks slowly to the edge of my bed.
I woke early, even without knowing if it’s morning or not. I had to act fast. The keys are hidden now, tucked away somewhere he won’t easily find. And I’m almost certain that’s exactly what he’s looking for.
I keep my expression neutral, feigning the grogginess of someone who just woke up as i dart my gaze to the red dot flashing slightly from the perched camera close to the couch by the walls as i remember shifting it in the middle of the night to face the wall while i stash the keys in the wooden lines on the ceiling.
“We’re on the lower deck,” I say, more a statement than a question. He glances at me briefly bef
