Present Day
Kaitlin’s POV
I was walking along the stacks of books trying to work out my muscles as best I could. I don’t know when the last time I ate was or if I was fed anything by IV, so I didn’t train. I hadn’t heard work or sound for what seemed like hours at this point. I was looking through all the titles, trying to gather information about where I could possibly be. Some of these books were incredible.
I was cautious of touching too many in case they tried to see my movements. I was going through a row when I heard the lock start to click, and I could smell Isaac’s lemongrass scent. I scrunched up my nose, “Where the hell are you bïtch?” He snarls out, “Well, aren’t you just a charmer,” I say, stepping out from behind the shelf a few rows from the door. “Don’t bother trying to
