Laura’s POV
I didn't look at the door when I heard the soft click of the it opening. I hadn’t seen Damien since he locked me in and stormed out this morning. Mitchell had brought me lunch, then dinner, quiet and respectful as always, but Damien never showed his face. I had paced the room endlessly, my thoughts spiraling, fear tightening around my chest like a vice.
I’d called Ashley several times, asking how she was, reminding her—almost pleading—that she should call me immediately if she noticed anything strange. She’d grown worried by my insistence, but I reassured her, forcing a calm tone, telling her I was only being cautious. That there was no real danger.
It was a lie. I was terrified.
Desmond hadn’t followed through on his threat. He hadn’t called again. And somehow, that silenc
