Celeste’s POV.
The door creaked open and bright light sliced into the room, piercing violently through my eyes. I frowned, and placed a hand over them in discomfort, trying to avoid the bright light.
Then I winced as my eyelids sprung open. A chubby man, 5'9 tall stood over me with a bright torchlight that he shoved right into my eyes.
He breathed loudly and heavily, while his brows furrowed, and his gaze stayed dead and unreadable throughout.
He held a food tray in the other hand.
I hated the way he woke me up, but I was grateful it wasn't Sasha. The last thing I needed was to start my already miserable day with a glimpse of her bitter face.
I had fallen asleep the previous night, right in the middle of my escape plan, and the realization got me disoriented.
He turned off the torc
