I sigh, quietly considering that nobody told me how boring a siege is.
Alvin and Ian are sitting on the floor. They’ve turned the puzzle upside down and they’re so bored that they’re working on putting it together that way, without any picture to help them. Every few minutes they sigh and look at me, but all I can do is shrug.
There’s a very slight panic inside my chest, of course, to keep me busy. It’s such a strange dichotomy at work here – part of me can’t stand the silence, but the other part knows that when this silence and boredom goes away…violence will take its place.
That when this siege breaks, my father will do everything in his power to kill Victor, who is surely coming up with a plan to get us out of here.
And he could, indeed, succeed. My father is not a stupid man, he
