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She clears her throat, patting my back. “Maybe there’s a stash of those biscuits they top up our coffee stations with in here.”

I sniff. “Do you think so?”

“Probably not,” she admits.

I bang on the door. “Help! Help us. We are locked in here!”

“What are you doing?”

“I need food. Now the thought is in my head, my stomach is shrinking from hunger.”

“Do you not have your phone?” she asks.

“No. I left it on my bed. My battery had been low and I forgot to charge it so I left it. They won’t think to look for me until morning. Your family will just think you’re hiding away again. What if no one comes for us?”

She steps up beside me, banging on the door. “Help! Someone, help us!” she screams, before glaring at me. “I refuse to be stuck in here with you all night moaning about food.”

I glare back. “This isn’t my fault!”

She screams louder, banging her tiny fists against the wooden door.

We have to get out of here.

We have to.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Freya

I stare at the man on the other side of the table, wondering how I got here. Or most importantly, how I let my vagina get me here. His greying white hair peeks out from under his white hat as he stares at Mark and I with an unimpressed stare.

My hands clench into fists in my lap under the table. I badly want to punch the man next to me in the nuts.

Nine hours we were locked in that room. Nine hours. Then we had to wait another two for the captain to speak to us. If it wasn’t for another passenger asking for clean sheets, we would have been locked in that room for another three. My hair is a frizzy mess, my clothes are creased, and I’m pretty sure my makeup has run down my cheeks because everyone who has met my gaze since being escorted to the captain’s office has given me a wide-eyed look.

The captain scrubs a hand over the scruff on his jaw. “You were looking for a clean towel?” he states, repeating Mark’s answer from a few minutes ago.

“She was on her, um, monthly,” Mark whispers before leaning in like he’s about to share a secret. “Hence the mood.”

I’m going to kill him.

I am.

I’m going to wrap my hands around his throat and choke the life out of him.

I meet the captain’s gaze unwaveringly. “How much trouble will I be in if I push him overboard?”

“You would remain in the brig until the local authorities could meet us at a dock,” he states, his lips twitching.

I glance at Mark, narrowing my gaze. “Get up on deck. Now!” I growl.

He throws his hands up. “You don’t want to go in the brig.”

“It would be a holiday compared to another five minutes with you.”

“I can’t control your monthly,” he snaps.

“It has nothing to do with my monthly, you psychotic fool,” I scream.

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