EMILY
It’s been two days since my escape attempt failed.
I haven’t seen Mia or Nicholas. I haven’t been let out of this room. The art supplies are gone. No more riding.
I mean, things could be worse. But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was this weight, pressing against my chest.
I curled myself into the pillow, staring blankly into space. My mind played the moment on repeat… his fury, his confusion, and that look. Like I’d betrayed him. Like I’d hurt him.
I scoffed, rolling onto my other side.
He didn’t get to give me that look. He’s the one holding me here. It’s natural I’d want to run. So why did I feel like I was the one who’d done something wrong?
With a frustrated groan, I pushed myself off the bed. Nicholas had upped security, two guards at my door, twenty-four seven. A
