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“I thought we were going to your bedroom.”
I don’t answer, just drag her little ass inside.
Her brow furrows as she looks at the escape room that hasn’t been decommissioned yet.
“What are we doing in here?”
I open the doors and give her a little shove into the first of the four rooms we had to go through the night we met. I step inside with her, but only long enough to grab an axe.
Sophie is confused and doesn’t catch on until a moment too late.
“Silvan, wait!”
Taking the axe with me, I pull the door shut and the lock engages.
“You brought this on yourself,” I tell her.
“You took half the key! I can’t get to the next room. I’ll be stuck in here for an hour!”
“I’ll release you when I come back up. After that little performance downstairs, I have to talk to my parents—alone.”
“Silvan,” she calls, beating on the door.
I take the axe with me and start to make my way back the way we came.
I only make it to the stairs. Mom is heading up, but she stops short when she sees me coming down alone. “Where’s the girl?”
“I put her in the escape room.” I hold up the axe. “She can’t get out.”
Mom shoots me a disapproving look. “Silvan, you can’t kidnap people.”
I ignore that and continue down the stairs. “Dad still in the living room?”
“He’s waiting for you in his study. He’d like to talk to you.”
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I head to Dad’s study with Mom right on my heels. When we get there, he’s waiting inside, finishing up his cognac in the chair behind his desk.
When I was a kid, I thought he looked so imposing in that red leather chair behind his desk.
I guess he still does, I’m just not a kid anymore.
“You rang,” I say lightly.
“What’s this kidnapping business the girl was going on about?”
Without having to ask if he wants her to, Mom grabs the empty glass and goes to the liquor cabinet to get him a refill. My gaze flickers back to Dad.
I could keep up the story that it’s a joke, but my actually locking her in the escape room upstairs pokes holes in that story, so I decide to tell the truth.
“You don’t have to worry about it,” I assure him. “I have everything under control.”
Mom comes back and slides Dad’s drink in front of him. “But youhavekidnapped her?” she asks to clarify.
“A little bit. It won’t be a problem,” I assure them. “She’s malleable, just still resisting a bit right now. I’ll wear her down.”
“This doesn’t sound like a very typical courtship,” Mom says as she sits on Dad’s lap behind the desk.
