GRACE POV
He locked me in.
That bastard actually locked me in.
I heard the click before I believed it.
Then silence. Heavy, absolute silence.
For a few seconds, I just stood there, staring at the closed door like maybe my disbelief could undo reality. But no—reality stayed right where it was, laughing in my face.
“Connor!” I shouted, banging on the wood. “You can’t just—lock people in! That’s illegal, you psychopath!”
Nothing.
I tried again. Louder this time. “Open the damn door!”
Still nothing.
God, I could feel him on the other side, standing there, probably smirking like the smug, muscled menace he was.
I rattled the handle. It didn’t budge.
Of course it didn’t. He looked like a man who could bend steel with his bare hands, so of course he had a medieval, fortress-grade lock
