“No,” I croaked out.
Then without saying anything, one of them slammed the door shut in my face.
Shit.
What have I done?
Even the guards were mad at me.
Almost three hours later I was still in this room and I’d worked myself into a frenzy of scared shitless.
Every time I heard voices outside the door my heart and stomach plummeted.
But it was them talking as they switched up or were talking to one another or whatever.
When I finally heard his voice I wanted to scamper and hide under the bed. Adrenalin coursed through my veins.
It was getting dark and the Vegas lights were starting to twinkle on bit by bit outside.
I was sitting in the darkening room on the bed with no lights on. I’d had two glasses of wine into me, and I didn’t know if when he finally came in if I’d resume
