“I guess it could work,” Owen says, getting his phone out. “Does anyone have a decent signal?”
I check mine and Falcon checks his.
“Mine’s gone.”
“Mine too.”
“I’ll walk back a bit and call from the side of the road. You two can stay here. I’ll be back in ten.”
“You take one minute longer than that, and you’ll have to climb that wall to find me,” Falcon warns him.
I get the feeling I’m going to have to spend some time holding my lead Alpha back.
My plan isn’t exactly bullet-proof, but neither is he.
That detective is our best hope.
Chapter One Hundred-Forty
Robin
After I’ve eaten the final pieces of chocolate left from the bar I brought with me in my pocket, I feel a little less shaky and bit more like I can find a way to flip my situation around. I’m only stuck in a normal bedroom, in a regular house. I didn’t let him sedate me with that tea.
I’m fully conscious and I should use that to my advantage.
So, I search for a light switch, and I find one on the wall near the door.
The room isn’t very big. There’s a twin bed against one wall, with a small closet crammed into the space between the end of the bed and the wall with the door. The wall with the light switch is clear, except there’s a door near the head of the bed. The wall with the head of the bed has a portrait of flowers above the bed, and that’s everything.
There’s no window, so there goes that plan.
I go over to the door by the head of the bed.
There’s no lock, and it opens inward when I turn the handle and push.
I find a light switch and discover it’s a shower room.
It’s too small to be a bathroom, I guess, but the fact that there’s a room attached to my bedroom that’s basically only a shower really doesn’t help with the creepy feelings I have about why I’ve been brought here.
I don’t intend to do what he wants, but I know men like him don’t care about consent.
My intentions might not matter.
That scares me, but I need to use that fear to find my path out of here.
I hear a scuffing sound, and it freezes me on the spot.
Another one, and then I see something white slip in under the door to the bedroom.
“What do you want?” I call out, knowing it’s him.
He doesn’t answer.
I listen and hear his footsteps move away.
I pick up the envelope and open it.
There’s a note inside, and a pill inside a small pouch.
