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I’m expecting a reaction. But I get nothing.
“Doc?” I ask when his lips don’t so much as twitch. “Can you get me out of here? I need to find my husband.”
“Sweet girl,” he muses. “You know I can’t do that. Seems to me that you’ve made your bed. Now you have to lie in it.”
“At least this one is more comfortable,” I muse.
“You’re probably going to be lethargic for a few days. You were lucky I was close when they called. Much longer and we wouldn’t be having this conversation now. May I suggest that if you find yourself locked up again that you inform your captors of your allergy?”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I mutter, unsure if I’m amused or irritated by his brand of humor.
He begins packing his supplies away and I replay his words over in my head.
“If I get locked up again?” I question. “You mean I’m no longer a prisoner?”
He glances up. “In case you hadn’t noticed, you’re no longer in the basement. And that door,” he says, jerking his chin in the direction of the exit. “It isn’t locked.”
“You’re saying I could run.”
He chuckles. “I wouldn’t advise it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have another visit to make before I leave.”
I watch with a frown as he bids me farewell and saunters toward the door.But he pauses before he disappears from my sight.
“Running five years ago was the right thing to do. But if you were to try again now, I can say with full confidence that you’d regret it. Get some rest, Mrs. Murray. Something tells me that you’re going to need it.”
With those ominous words hanging in the air, he slips out of the room, leaving me alone.
I glance around the room, but there isn’t much to really look at.
A massive fuck knows how many inches TV is mounted to the opposite wall. The image of him sitting on this very bed watching me down in my cell appears in my mind. He saw it all. My tears, my fear, my nightmares. He watched every moment of mine and JD’s time together.
It’s a reminder I don’t need right now that all of this is a game. We’re nothing but a game and Reid Harris is controlling all our pieces.
“Twisted fuck,” I mutter before scanning the rest of the room. But other than a speaker, a cell charger and an alarm clock, there is nothing to give me any clues about the man who sleeps in this room.
The only thing I learn is that he likes sleeping in a big bed. I wonder if he’s a fidgeter or likes to sleep like a starfish.Or if he prefers plenty of company.
Resting my head on the pillow, I stare at the ajar door that I assume leads to a bathroom. Curiosity burns through me, but my exhausted body doesn’t allow me to go and explore because before I even think about moving my legs, my eyelids lower and sleep claims me once more.
2
ALANA
“Everything okay?” a familiar voice rumbles.
“Oh, fucking peachy.” Another grunts, each word a little louder as if he’s getting closer.
There’s a shuffle before a loud sigh.
“Don’t give me that fucking look. None of this is my fault.” This time the owner of the voice registers in my brain. The sheets tighten around me as a weight presses down on them and I slide my hand out to reach for him.
But I come up empty.
Disappointment consumes me, but I don’t keep searching for someone clearly so out of reach. And I’m glad I don’t when he speaks again.
“She’s going to kill you for this, you do know that, right?” JD teases.
“Yes,” Reid spits. “Do you need to keep mentioning it?”
