I sat in the back seat, staring out the window as the city lights blurred past in a haze of neon and darkness. None of it mattered. None of it was important. Not to me.
I kept my eyes on the window, trying to focus on anything but the feeling gnawing at my chest. How had everything spiraled out of control like this? How had I ended up here—again?
As we approached the hotel, Marshall turned in his seat slightly, his dark eyes catching mine in the rearview mirror. “You’re not allowed back in the main hotel room,” he said, his voice flat, almost casual, as if he were commenting on the weather. “You’ll be going back to your room and staying there until further notice.”
I didn’t respond. There was no point. What could I say? He held all the power, and I knew fighting would only make things w
