Samantha
It had been well over six hours since Liam had left, and here I was, still confined to the four walls of this room. Karis had dutifully brought up my breakfast earlier, but now she seemed to have forgotten about lunch. My stomach growled impatiently, reminding me of my hunger.
I couldn't say I regretted what had transpired between Liam and me, but I couldn't help but worry about how long I would be stuck in this situation. Father and son, locked in a bitter conflict with each other. I knew this couldn't end well. Father would never take his son's life for my sake, and neither would the son kill his own father on my behalf. In this whole mess, I was merely the second option, a mere casualty waiting to happen.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I admired how the pink turtleneck sw
