I picked at the food, my appetite gone. What was happening outside these walls? Did anyone know I was missing yet? Luke would have found my note by now, but would he be worried or just assume I'd had a genuine family emergency?
And my parents – had my captors contacted them yet? The thought of my father being forced to choose between his principles and my safety was agonizing.
More time passed. I tried to keep my mind occupied, reciting poetry I'd memorized, planning out future book launches for Moonlight Press, anything to stave off the creeping despair.
The door opened again, and the scarred man from earlier entered, looking pleased with himself.
"Well, Miss Carlisle, it seems your stay with us will be extended. Your father is proving... resistant to our suggestions."
My heart sank,
