Lyra POV
It had been a little more than twenty-four hours since I’d been confined to my room. Without a window, the only way I knew was by keeping track of the meals brought to me. Hours had passed since dinner, so I guessed we were nearing midnight.
I frowned at the bucket in the corner, which was no longer filled with water. The acidic scent of urine assaulted my nose, and I buried my face in the pillow to try to cover it up. Of course the assholes wouldn’t let me leave to use the f*****g bathroom.
All the empty time alone had given me time to think. Travis was never going to trust me enough to tell me the information I needed. Not in enough time to tell Ronan at least. A shudder ran through me just thinking about playing nice, but now wasn’t the right time to challenge. I needed to
