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I kept my voice level, but I knew my plan had worked. “I’ll be there as soon as I can get out of here.”

“How’s your guest?”

“Silent.”

“Another favor?”

“No, she decided she preferred to try to escape. The cold caught up with her.” I paused. “I let it.”

He laughed, the sound low and evil. “How convenient for you.”

“Indeed.”

“We have much to discuss.”

“Soon.”

“Always so cold, Tony. As if you’re not even interested.”

I knew what would get him. “Not sure that I am. I’ve done what you hired me to do.”

“I have more.”

“Then, as I said, soon.”

I hung up.

Chapter 6

Cian

“I won’t⁠—”

I held up my hand. “Not listening.”

“But I promise⁠—”

I started to laugh. Even Sean snickered.

“You took my glass! What do you think I’m gonna use?”

I shrugged as I watched the last screw being drilled into place. “Maybe you’ll strip the wallpaper and turn it into some sort of weapon.” Stepping back, I nodded. “That should do.”

Sean tugged on the new bars that now covered the two windows in Skylar’s room. I had found the old glass for the one, and we had fitted it in and nailed it shut. Long, heavy screws held the bars in place. We even added ones to the outside she couldn’t possibly remove. Skylar didn’t have a chance of getting out now.

“Yep.” He jumped off the stool he was standing on, not even remotely bothered by the glare Skylar was throwing his way.

“Both of you are assholes.”

I laughed at the fact that Sean had fallen off her good list and joined me on the shit one.

“If you’d stop trying to break out, we wouldn’t have to do this,” he pointed out.

“Well, I’ve got nothing left to use, so I guess I’m stuck here with you two…gentlemen.”

Sean and I exchanged glances. That was far too easy. I looked around the room. Aside from the furniture, some books and clothes, there was nothing for her to use. We’d scoured the room and taken anything I thought she could possibly find useful. I narrowed my eyes at her, but her gaze remained downcast, her bandaged fingers picking at the torn backpack sitting beside her. I reached over and grabbed it, shaking the few things still left in it on the top of the bed. Skylar shrieked in dismay as I picked up a small, flowery bag.

“What’s in here?”