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Standing, she moves to hook her arm with mine. “It’s okay. I’m heading back to my room as well. I’ll walk with Jessa.”
Before anyone can argue, she’s already pulling me to the door, muttering something about how tired I look. I take one last look over my shoulder at Jack, who’s watching silently as I’m led away from him.
Entering my room after the fastest good night to Dana, I head straight for the bed and take my pants off. There is nowhere in the world I want to be right now except for in my own dreams, and I shuffle under the covers to find the perfect position to drift off in.
A few minutes later and my limbs relax as sleep quickly approaches.
A soft knock at the door has me wondering if I should just pretend I’m asleep, but I think better of it.
“Come in.”
It’s Logan.
“Hey, Jessa. Link found something in the video from yesterday, and Jack and I wanted to check it out with you quickly before you fall asleep. He’s just setting it up. It’ll take less than a minute.” Logan peeks into the dark room and waits for my response.
His voice is quiet, so as not to disturb Dana across the hall, and I step out of bed and grab the robe draped over the back of my chair. I want nothing more than to sleep and digest my dinner, but my curiosity is now getting the better of me.
If there’s a chance I can find out where Maxwell is, I have to take it.
Tying the robe at my waist, I follow Logan down the dark halls.
As we near their operational area, his voice grows from a whisper, and I’m busy listening to him describe all of the other desserts in the shop from earlier when he opens a door and ushers me through.
Confusion sets in as my eyes adjust to the dark and quiet room.
Where’s Jack?
Logan steps in behind me, and the door closing is the only thing I hear as the remaining light is snuffed out.
“Logan?” All familiarity drains from my voice.
My stomach is uncomfortably full, and an anxious feeling creeps into my veins. I’m tired, exhausted, actually, and the room is cold—noticeably cold.
The quick click of a switch behind me floods light into all corners of the room, and I realize instantly we are in one of the interrogation rooms. But this isn’t like the other one I was in. There’s no table and no chairs.
My eyes focus on the only piece of furniture in the room, and my heart sinks.
As if the bench has a life of its own, it calls out to me, mocking me, and I tremble from the inside out.
I can’t help myself.
It’s a simple thing, really. Nothing more than a cold metal bench, except this one comes complete with restraints tied at the base. Just like one I’ve seen before.
My body viscerally reacts to everything around me. I’m trembling from the inside out, and I can’t run away.
I can’t hide.
Memories of my first day in Maxwell’s custody hit me all at once, and there’s something just out of reach: emotions. Fear, maybe.
Logan stands between me and my only exit, and I take a cautious step into the room, to buy myself a little space and time to think.
Slowly, I turn to find Logan watching me.
I thought he dropped his guard today.
He didn’t.
He put it up.
