Page 73 of Rebellion

And then he would strike.

Because Sofia wasn’t getting away from him again.

Not. Happening.

Heading back into his bedroom, he knew what he was about to do was wrong... and yet he couldn’t stop himself from activating the cameras in her room.

The room had been set up as a sort of prison cell. It was for when someone wasn’t their prisoner but also wasn’t someone they could just leave on their own.

Colm checked the bedroom camera but saw she wasn’t in there. She had to be in the bathroom. A camera had been installed there as well, but he didn’t feel comfortable activating it.

He had some boundaries.

Though just.

Instead, he took a quick shower and drew on a pair of pajama bottoms before rechecking the camera.

Where was she?

Was she still in the shower?

The door had a silent alarm that he had activated, just like with the windows. If set off, they would only send an alert to his phone.

So she was still in there.

Just taking a long shower.

Colm couldn’t settle. He brushed his teeth and did some slow stretches to relieve the tension in his muscles.

But it didn’t work.

The longer he went without seeing her, the tighter his muscles grew.

What was she doing?

Sofia sat huddledin the shower under the hot water. When she’d first gotten in the shower, the hot water had felt amazing. Releasing some of the tension in her back.

Unfortunately, as she’d relaxed, the wall that had been keeping her safe started to crack and crumble.

Then it had all rushed back at her, and unable to hold herself up anymore, she’d slid onto the shower floor.

Her legs were limp noodles.

Idiot. She’d been such an idiot to believe Oleg when he’d told her that he had a video of Aleksandr shooting Danill. But it had looked so real.

How was she supposed to know he’d doctored it?

And that hadn’t been her only secret that he’d discovered.

Slimy bastard. In many ways, he’d been dumb.

But he’d also been smart when it had come to intimidation and manipulation.

He’d touched her.

Put his hands on her.

Sofia swallowed heavily, pushing back at the bile that rushed up the back of her throat.

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