Elle likes to say that the only reason I became a travel writer is because I’m claustrophobic. This country got to be too small for me. Well, if a country wasn’t big enough, this room sure as hell isn’t.
“Wait!” I cry out. To my surprise, Uri pauses at the threshold. “Can I at least go back home long enough to pack a bag? Get some of my things?”
It feels like a pretty reasonable request in my opinion but his lips purse up tight. “There’s a bunch of papers and pens in that desk over by the fireplace. You can write a list of all the stuff you want and I’ll retrieve it for you.”
I’m wondering just how much I can get away with when he nips that thought in the bud. “And just so you know, I’m not getting you your cellphone or laptop.”
“So I really am your prisoner?”
He glowers at me. “For n
