Though she grimaced over porridge for breakfast, Chantelle scraped the bowl clean. What she wouldn’t give for a hot cup of coffee to wash it down though. God, if…When she got out of here, she’d strangle her kidnapper for keeping her caffeine free for however many days she was here. The minutes ticked by. Chantelle dozed.
Jolted awake.
How long? With no clock or view of the outside world she had only instinct to go on. Something told her the morning bled away into midday but the man had said he’d see her in the morning. If he didn’t hurry, she was sure it would soon be afternoon.
Maybe he wouldn’t arrive at all. She might see no one for hours. There might be no lunch or even another dinner. Her supe nature meant she needed more nourishment than most. So far, she’d received human portions
