EVELYN'S POV
My heart pounded like a drum, my hands trembling as I stuffed my things… no, my bloody clothes, into a bag. I had no idea what these crazy people would do if they found them.
Zipping it shut, I clutched it tightly, spun around, and bolted out of my room. I peeked down the hallway, checking for a clear coast before sneaking forward, keeping my breath low and my steps light. I had almost reached the front door when a calm voice froze me in place.
"Where do you think you're going?"
I turned slowly. Caleb stood with his arms crossed, his face unreadable as always. Forcing a smile, I tried to steady my voice.
"Just going for a walk. I’m not a prisoner, am I?"
His eyes flicked to my bag, one brow lifting.
"This is just… laundry," I added quickly.
He didn’t respond, just sta
