Chapter 11
Trapped here in durance vile. Well, Michael’s house was a lot more comfortable than, say, the Tower of London might have been back in the day, but Audrey hated the feeling of being stuck, of not having even a semblance of freedom. He’d directed her to the bookshelves, and said he had Netflix and HBO if she didn’t feel like reading, and that seemed to be it. Obviously, her asking about his past had upset him, and he wanted to make sure she was safely occupied elsewhere.
Which was why she spent the rest of the afternoon in his TV room, feet propped up on one of his couches, while she binge-watched the previous season of American Horror Story and he stayed hidden away in the library. From time to time, during quiet scenes in the shows she was watching, Audrey could hear his voice
