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Sasha’s cello.
“Grab it.” I point. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
22
SASHA
Gideon has been goneall day.
I don’t care, obviously, but at the same time, I don’t understand what that means for me.
Does he just expect me to sit here all day and do nothing? Since I’ve given up my attempts at escape, I’m left with no mission.
No purpose.
When I was looking for a way out, I was at least keeping myself busy.
Now I have nothing.
Leaving would be foolish. There is no way I can protect myself or run if someone is really after me. The type of people Roman kept company with won’t stop until they have whatever it is they’re after. Even if it’s pointless because I don’t have a damn thing that anyone would want.
As if Gideon can hear my inner ramblings, the door to my old bedroom swings open.
“I thought I told you not to come in here.” He grunts as he strides into the room.
Boundaries would be nice.
“I thought I told you not to tell me what to do.” I can’t help but spar with him. Even if I’m stuck here, it doesn’t mean I have to allow him to treat me like a prisoner.
When he doesn’t respond right away, I let out a sigh and then look up at him. That’s when I see that he’s holding something. He turns, and the air rushes through my lungs.
My cello.
“When did you get that?” My voice is almost a whisper. For the first time since I’ve been brought here, I’m excited. Truly excited.
He looks at me for a moment. “I went to your house.” He shrugs.
“Breaking and entering is a crime.”
“Are you really going to sit here and scold me?” He smirks, finding something about this exchange amusing.
“Just thought I’d point that out.”
I guess, in comparison to the things this man has done, breaking into someone’s place is a minor infraction. Hardly a blip on his radar.
Anger boils inside me. Anger at myself for forgetting just how dangerous he is.
I force myself to stay calm. I can’t lose my shit while he still holds my cello.
“You can’t just break into my place and take things that don’t belong to you,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Would you rather I take it back?” He turns as if to leave.
“What? No,” I yell out. “Please don’t.”
My eyes fill with unshed tears, and then one slips out, trailing down my cheek. I’m losing my grip and allowing my emotions to get out of whack. I’m like a roller coaster these days. Gideon watches me with furrowed brows.
“That’s quite a reaction for an instrument.”
