I woke up disoriented, unsure what time it was without windows.
The suite was comfortable. Plush bed, soft lighting, expensive everything. But it was still a cage.
I'd spent the previous night exploring every inch of it. Looking for exits that didn't exist. Testing the door that wouldn't budge. Finally collapsing into bed around what I guessed was midnight.
Now, lying there in the artificial morning light, I heard the lock click.
Silas walked in carrying a breakfast tray.
"Good morning." He set it on the small table. "I hope you slept well."
I sat up, pulling the sheet around me. "How long are you planning to keep me here?"
"That depends on you." He poured coffee, added cream the way I liked it. "Although, I've been thinking about our arrangement. About what happened at dinner last
