Beth was caught in the haze between awareness and sleep. The room was cold and dark, except for the bedside lamp she had turned on before sinking to the carpeted floor and refusing to get up again.
Of course, she hadn’t just given up after Abaden locked the door and walked away. Beth had tried the door and then the window, both in the bedroom and the ensuite bathroom. The fact that the glass was coupled with steel bars hadn’t stopped her from attempting to see if, by some miracle, Santiago Burns had hired amateurs to do the job, and she could shake it free and make her escape.
Unfortunately for her, it seemed money had paid for the best, and there was no escaping through the windows.
Then she had sat on the bed and thought about calling her friends and telling them she needed a rescue
