"Um..." I drop my legs from around Daniel's waist and step out into the hallway. He follows me with a worried expression, glancing over at me several times while he engages the bolts once more. "It's just that...I feel like you're ashamed of me."
I've never seen devastation overtake over someone's face so quickly. "You what?" He forgets the door, taking my shoulders in his hands, instead. "Ashamed of you, Talia? How could you think such a thing? I don't want to keep you locked up in this apartment—I'm just trying to make it safe for you to return to the casino—"
"I know that, Daniel. I know. You're not holding me prisoner. I'm here of my own free will." I reach up and hold on to his wrists, my head tilted all the way back so I can look into his confused face. "But when we go back to the
