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“Left door,” Lex barks as he follows us up the stairs.
We go into the same room as before, the one with all the lavish furniture, the leather lounge, the thick red curtains, and the piano. His wife’s room.
The guard shoves me inside and walks away, slamming the door shut.
I gulp down the lump in my throat.
On the bed is a woman in a thin, silvery-looking nightgown. She leans back on the bed, gazing at me with an interesting look on her face.
Sweat drops prick at my neck. “Who … Who are you?”
The woman looks at me with dead-fish eyes.
“Introduce yourself,” Lex barks at the woman.
“Hello, dear. Don’t think we’ve met before, have we?” the woman responds with a tentative smile. “I’m Anne. Lex’s wife.”
So she’s back from her business trip. And she’s not at all bothered by her husband taking hostages? Trying to murder people? Using me?
Or is he forcing her to accept his debauchery?
“You’re not going to say hello?” she asks.
I just stare at her, blinking rapidly.
What is going on?
Why am I even here?
Suddenly the door opens up again and the guard steps inside … clutching my father’s arm. “Get in.”
My father and I glare at each other for a moment, and then it dawns on me.
My father bargained for his life with me … but how?
The guard pushes him down on a chair in the back of the room near the door and then ties his hands together behind it so he can’t move.
Something is thrown on the floor in front of me.
A piece of fabric. If you can call it that. Because it’s more holes than clothing.
Along with two gloves.
“Put that on,” Lex commands. “Gloves too.”
I gaze at the woman, but all she does is stare back nervously. Like she’s afraid what might happen if I don’t do what he says.
Slowly, the panic begins to rise.
I step backward until I bump into my father. When I glance over my shoulder, he says, “Aurora, put it on.”
I shake my head. “What? You’re in on this?”
Lex snorts. “I thought I wanted his head, but this … this is so much better than any amount of blood he could ever give me.” He points at the outfit on the floor, a glimmer sparkling in his eyes. “Now put it on … and maybe, just maybe … I’ll let you both live.”
I shake my head, but the more I do, the darker his face becomes. So I glance at his wife, who should be reeling by now, but all she does is watch with a broad smile on her face like she’s enthusiastic at the outcome.
And terror slowly begins to take over.
