FIFTEEN
A week went by.
Shea stayed in her cell as much as she could. Diego disabled the lock, letting her come and go. But, she didn’t go far for long. It was a comfort to be confined. In her cell, there was less chance of her stumbling across Raid. Diego said the Laird had been keeping a low profile himself; she didn’t read anything into that. It wasn’t like he’d been particularly gregarious before their break-up.
On the occasions she did drift from her sanctuary, she tiptoed, paranoid and edgy about who might be lurking. Diego had authorized her to go into the records room, and that was an irresistible temptation. Shea didn’t know if Raid was aware that she was invading his vault. At this point, she didn’t care. Making him happy, or even being accepted by him, was beyond her capabili
