Sophie POV
The next day, I sat on the large cloth on the floor that had been my bed for the night, looking around me in the tiny space that was my prison. This place was a basement converted to a prison.
It had to be late in the morning by now. I had started to lose track of time. A surprisingly decent meal was delivered earlier. I'd eaten and was now trying to think. My mind wouldn't cooperate.
Jett had not shown his face at all. Neither had I sensed him or heard his voice. He'd stayed away from here completely. Why did I expect that he would come see me? There was no reason for him to do so, was there? Not until the next full moon.
I could sense people walking about overhead. When I heard whispers, I wondered if he was the one loitering about in his house.
The sound of footsteps
