The door shuts behind her with a heavy finality. The lock clicks into place, leaving me in silence. I let out a slow breath, tilting my head back to stare at the cracked ceiling. The single bulb buzzes obnoxiously overhead, flickering just slightly enough to drive a person insane. The room is cold, leaving me shivering and wishing I had thicker clothes. Luckily, even in my jump from a car, sleeping in the forest, and being imprisoned, Rhett’s coat only has minor tears.
I bury my nose into the fabric, wishing for just the briefest of smells to calm my racing heart. But there’s nothing. I think back to the man who carried me inside, before being taken to his own cell. Is it close to mine? I shake my head at the thought. Who cares if the man smells nice, Lena, he helped them imprison you… an
