Chapter 40
When Stefan woke again, he was alone.
He was still lying on the sofa in the living room, but Daz had gone, and the cloth strips had been removed.
But as Stefan stretched and sat up, he realised being unbound didn’t mean he was free.
The key, perpetually stuck in the back door, had gone. The window was padlocked shut. And the living room door was closed, a note taped to the painted wood.
The house was silent. Still.
Somehow, Stefan could sense he was alone…yet, just in case, he slipped off the leather cushions and crawled across the floor to stretch up for the note, and try the handle.
It turned, but the door didn’t budge.
The note was Yannis’ scrawl—simply gone to class, Darian at a friend’s, back later—and Stefan bit his lip as he carefully taped it back up. His stomach
