Three days had passed. Three days of fear, isolation, and growing despair. Sophia had counted each second, each minute, each hour as it crawled by in agonizing slowness.
She had no idea where she was or why Uncle Nick had taken her, but her thoughts always drifted back to Mr. Black. The arguments they had now seemed so pointless, small compared to the terror she felt in this place.
She would've given anything to be back in his mansion, to see him standing in the doorway, arms crossed, scowling at her the way he always did before softening slightly.
A laugh escaped her lips as she recalled the ridiculousness of their last argument. They'd fought about something trivial, something neither of them could remember now.
She had stormed off in anger, and he had let her go, his pride
