Shayna
The minute the door shut, I collapsed to the floor. On my way down, I knocked over a bowl off the table by the door. Multiple things clattered and spilled across the entryway. Pens, keys, scissors, a letter opener, and paper. I scattered to my knees and hugged my arms around my waist tightly. I sobbed. I could hear Miles muttering something beneath the tape. I could hear the rope Derek used to restrain him fraying with each and every movement. He was trying so hard. Derek stood behind me with his arms crossed and a victorious smirk on his face.
"Well done," he praised. "I need to make some arrangements for travel. You're going to sit there and be quiet while I do. Or do I need to tie you up as well?"
I shook my head. He was underestimating me. I may not have the physical streng
