An agonising half-hour later, the meeting was done and my note-taking duties were relieved. The rest of the day following Kaleb seemed to pass in a blur as thoughts and theories whirled around in my head. I had to find out more.
* * *
After a long day, I headed to bed without dinner. My stomach churned with nerves, so I forwent showering and instead, curled up on the bed hugging a pillow to my chest. I’d felt sick since seeing Cassio’s handwriting — since realizing that my supposed future father-in-law had a hand in my kidnapping.
Hell, from the looks of it, he had been the one to order the kidnapping. My mind spun...
Reaching out to the nightstand I grabbed my phone as it buzzed. The bright light blinded me as it illuminated the dark room. I read the clock; it was nearly midnight. I must have fallen asleep, still in my clothes, laying on top of the bedsheets. I groaned as I pulled myself up. I needed the bathroom anyway, I supposed I may as well change my clothes while I was awake.
Firstly, unlocking my phone I spied what brought me out of my slumber in the first place, a dozen text messages and half a dozen phone calls. All of which were from Nikolai.
I groaned once again. It was too late for me to deal with him, so I placed my phone back on the bedside table and made my way into the ensuite.
