I stood frozen, watching Silas sleep peacefully on the sofa. My heart raced as panic set in. By morning, he'd surely realize Josie had slipped a sleeping potion into his juice. I had to act fast.
With trembling hands, I scribbled a hasty note: "Thank you for dinner. Didn't want to wake you when you dozed off. See you soon. Our conversation was very interesting." A blatant lie - we'd barely talked for 30 minutes before the potion took effect. But what choice did I have?
I placed the note on the side table and crept towards the door, my footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. Almost there. Just a few more steps and I'd be free.
A floorboard creaked beneath my feet. I froze, holding my breath. Silas didn't stir.
Exhaling slowly, I reached for the doorknob. The cool metal was a lifeline, my
