6
Rye
I would rather have suffered multiple electrocutions than wait downstairs in that goddamn basement while Lauren searched my uncle's study. But I didn't have a choice. I'd just wind up unconscious again if I challenged the limits of the bracelet. Besides, I'd vowed to trust Lauren, and that trust had to include respecting her to be smart about the risks.
After all, she'd shown up here with the intention of searching my uncle's study—completely on her own, with no input from me. I didn't control Lauren. The sooner I got that through my head, the better. So I waited in the dark, straining my ears for any sign of anything going wrong up there. I’d asked her to switch off the light on her way up the stairs, but now my basement felt especially dungeon-like.
She probably wasn't gone lon
