“Yes.”
“Good.”
“But that’s not the point. We’re being held hostage.” Her voice had risen slightly, and she clapped her hand over her mouth.
He leaned in. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m working on it. I’ll get us all out, but it’s going to take some time.”
“Your mother gave me a tour of the house, but we couldn’t even go outside to the garden. Those overgrown men skulked behind us and lurked nearthe doors like they expected me to make a break for it.”
“I’ll tell you more later. In the meantime, go along with it, okay?”
She nodded and stepped closer to him.
Raphael wrapped his arms around her, pressing her against his chest. “I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you. I’ll get us out.”
She nodded and slid her arms around his slim waist. “Okay.”
“I’ll tell you more tonight.”
