“Why would I if I don’t have to feed you?” he retorted.
“I’ll starve to death. Then Jared won’t be pleased.”
Huh. Take that.
“Jared doesn’t even know that you’re here.” Turning, he left and she threw the notebook at him with a cry of rage.
“Everything okay in there?” he called through the door.
“Everything is fine, you complete and utter wanker!” She’d read that word in a book. It was a reverse harem Daddy Dom series set in London and she loved.
Shit.
Was he really going to leave her alone in here?
Getting up, she limped over to grab her notebook off the floor.
Pfft.
She held her finger up in the air. “Don’t think I forgot that you drugged me. You . . . you dirty diaper faced jerk stain.”
Okay. That felt good. Her therapist was always telling her not to bottle things up. To let them out.
With that in mind, she started ripping out pages of her notebook.
And then she got to work.
Maybe it was time to find these cameras.
13
North knocked on Jared’s door.
Irritation was making him . . . antsy.
And he didn’t like feeling this way.
“Come in,” Jared called out.
A part of him thought he should have stayed with her. Should have forced her to eat and wash.
But why did he care? A few missed meals and showers wouldn’t actually harm her.
Would they?
She was looking pretty thin and worn out.
No. She’d be fine.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as soon as he saw Jared’s face.
Had he figured out what North had done? Was this finally the time where North pushed too far and Jared killed him?
“I was just on the phone to Gunnar. They keep running into dead ends in their hunt for Beltran.”
Oh, was that all?
Didn’t Jared know he had other things on his mind, right now?
