It's almost eight PM, Mark's bound to be home already, and he’s probably displeased with me for staying so long at the office. But he didn't call me to come home. Though even if he did, I'd probably say I was busy.
"Oh and Nicole, Reynard is awake, I hear," Martin yells across the office as I'm putting on my coat. "Better hope they have enough to hold him. We don't want him coming to finish the job, now do we?"
My heart stops dead in my chest. I can't even feel myself breathing.
I've lived and relived the nightmare of being held captive by Charles many times today. Memories of the snowy dark forest outside the grimy window, the cold room, its walls covered with black spots of rot, combine in my mind with the empty hallway I'm facing, the solitary trek down to the lobby, until my thought
