CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Cassie threw the useless key across her bedroom as hard as she could. It hit the wall and jangled down onto the floor. She didn’t bother picking it up. She turned her back on it and slammed the door as she left.
The low-grade fear that she realized she’d been living with ever since Margot died was erupting into full-blown terror.
She told herself that this was just Pierre playing mind games with her and punishing her for fighting him off yesterday. She tried to reassure herself that she still had options open to her and could sleep in Ella’s bedroom if she had to.
But she couldn’t do that all night, every night. She had no idea when her passport would be returned, and she couldn’t call anybody to ask for help.
Cassie breathed in deeply. She had never felt more tra
