VALENTINA
I've been in this cell for thirty-six hours. Silver-lined walls. No windows. One door with a lock I can't pick.
Alone with my thoughts. With my fear. With my certainty that Callum will try something stupid.
The cell is small. Six feet by eight feet. Concrete floor. Metal cot bolted to the wall. Toilet in the corner with no privacy.
I've counted the stones in the wall. 247 of them. Counted the hours. 36 and counting. Counted my regrets. Too many to track.
Footsteps in the corridor.
I stand. Back against the far wall. Ready to fight even though there's nowhere to run.
The door opens. Mordaunt enters.
"Valentina." He's perfectly composed. Expensive suit. Not a hair out of place. "How are you enjoying your accommodations?"
"Go to hell."
"Eventually. But not today." He pulls
