Elizabeth threw back the curtain before Sawyer could stop her, and then hurriedly pulled it back across the bed to regain her privacy.
“You didn’t tell me…” she hissed, as if Jonas wouldn’t hear her behind the flimsy curtain.
“I didn’t have time to,” Sawyer sat up and rubbed his eyes, then grabbed the clothes he had left at the end of the bed so that he could get dressed.
Elizabeth found her own clothes and took her time putting them on so that she could listen to what Sawyer and Jonas spoke about and build up some idea of what was going on.
It was probably nothing positive; the brief glimpse she caught of Jonas before she closed the curtain again made that obvious enough.
He didn’t seem like he had slept, and he was back there without Francesca or any of the others.
The only reassur
