Page 132 of Sweet Sin

I forced myself not to, even though I was dying to send Falcon a message.

But I’m doing this for his safety. He can’t know where I am.

“If you need anything, use the intercom. A servant will attend to you.”

“What if I need to speak to someone?”

“Use the intercom.”

“So there’s no landline in here either?”

“I’m afraid not, my dear. This shouldn’t be news to you. You know how these things work.”

I sigh. “I suppose I do.”

“Your food will be up soon. In the meantime, try to relax. Enjoy your last night of freedom.”

“Being locked in a room isn’t exactly what I would call freedom,” I say impudently.

Again, she resists my gaze, staring at the wall. “You know what I mean, Savannah. You’re older than I was, older than your own mother was. You’ve been allowed to live some of your life. Embrace that. Don’t let anyone ever take the memory of those years from you. Those memories will serve you well when times get tough.”

Maggie is still in the room when I walk into the en suite bathroom and look in the mirror. My cheek is red from Miles’s punch. I don’t see any bruising yet.

“I’ll send someone to attend to you in the morning. If you’re bruised, we’ll cover it with makeup.”

“I’m not going to try to escape,” I say.

Maggie nods. “Good. Any attempt will be futile anyway.”

“You don’t understand. I made a deal with your son. But if he doesn’t keep up his end of the bargain? I will find a way out of here. And I don’t care who I harm in doing it.”

I expect her to look surprised, but she doesn’t. She simply smiles her weak smile. “Try to keep some of that fire, Savannah. Don’t let them douse your light.”

Then she walks out of the en suite bathroom, out of the room. I follow her through the living area as she walks out the door. “Use the intercom if you need anything.”

She closes the door, and I hear the digital lock click.

There’s no doorknob on the door. It can only be opened from the outside.

First thing I do, of course, is go to the window. Assess my chances of escaping.

Because even though I know I have to do this—I have to do this to protect Falcon—my first inclination is to get the hell out of here.

It’s what Falcon would want for me.

But there’s no roof outside my window to crawl onto. No trellis to escape down.

I’m completely isolated, like Rapunzel locked in her tower.

My handsome prince will come for me.

Already I know that.

Falcon spent eight years in prison protecting those weaker than he was. If he could, he would heal his sister.

And he loves me.

He won’t take this lightly.

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