Chapter Four
Hope
It turned out that the warden’s name was Nicolas, and he didn’t seem to care that we were stuck here, possibly forever. Aly asked him to pull up his T-shirt, so she could check the bandage. I quickly explained everything that she told me earlier on. The room was stuffy, and the smell of blood was making me queasy, even more so than last night. I had an urge to open the window and allow fresh air to circulate, but I gently reminded myself that this wasn’t my home.
“We are in London? You’re screwing with me, beautiful. I never heard of such a place,” he told me with a wink, and heat ignited my cheeks. Considering what happened last night, Nicolas seemed to be in a good mood.
“Oh yes, dear boy, you’re in London, in a country called Great Britain. Your friend here explain
