Page 135 of Sweet Sin

Leif and I make it to the gate.

“Yeah, it’s still locked.” He pulls out the gun, clicks it a few times. “We’re in.”

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SAVANNAH

A silk nightie.

Not only one silk nightie but several, all in different pastel colors.

I’ve never owned a silk nightie. I’ve never really owned anything silk.

I slide the pale green one over my head, the fabric cool against my body that’s still warm from the shower.

What now?

Maggie said she’d send some food up. Has it come?

I have no idea because I can’t open the door to look.

I sigh.

I’m not the least bit hungry. In fact, I feel kind of sick. I need to keep my strength. Because in the back of my mind, I can’t accept that this night is my last sliver of freedom. I have to believe I will be able to escape somehow—once I know Miles has held up his end of the bargain and Falcon has been absolved.

If I have any chance of that, I must keep up my strength.

My gaze falls on a minifridge in the living area.

I open it, but there’s no food inside. Only bottles of spring water. I grab one, open it, take a long sip.

Hydration is key as well. Sustenance and hydration, so I’m at my best.

I take a seat, peruse the books on the shelf.

Mostly classics, most of which I read during my private school education.

I grab Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility.

I never could get into this one, not like Pride and Prejudice.

Why not try again? It’s not like I have anything better to do.

I open to the first page.

The family of Dashwood had long been settled in Sussex. Their estate was large, and their residence was at Norland Park, in the centre of their property, where, for many generations, they had lived in so respectable a manner as to engage the general good opinion of their surrounding acquaintance.

So many times I’ve read those words, trying to elicit enjoyment from this novel.

I look at the next line, when—

A click disrupts the silence.

The digital lock.

My food.

I will eat it, no matter what it is.

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