Jared ran his hand over his face. “This is a complete fuck-up, you know.”
North didn’t reply.
“We can’t keep her in here. It stinks. She needs to be in a proper bedroom with sunlight and fresh air and a bath so we can clean her.”
“So you can bathe her,” North corrected.
“You kidnapped her. You’ll help take care of her.” Jared took a deep breath in, trying to keep his cool. “I’ll take her, you carry her stuff.”
North nodded. “I’ll make a few trips. I have supplies in the closet.”
Supplies? Jared walked over and found the closet filled with things. “You really intended her to stay in here a while?”
“I was going to tell you about her. When I was certain you would handle it well. And once she’d . . . calmed down.”
Jesus. He’d expected her to calm down?
“It would be better if no one saw her, though,” North warned.
“Yes, I’m aware of that,” Jared replied. “I trust my men. But in no way do I want it to get back to Zander that we do actually have her.”
Angie driftedin and out of consciousness.
It was a nice dream with Daddy taking care of her.
But also a yucky dream filled with medication and sore tummies and hushed, grouchy voices.
She wasn’t sure how long that went on before she woke up feeling sort of like herself again. She glanced around.
Where was she?
This wasn’t her room at Zander’s. It wasn’t her room at her house. Memories assaulted her.
Wait. This wasn’t even the dungeon room that North had held her in.
This place was something else entirely.
Where was she?
Sitting up, she ignored her throbbing head as she glanced around. She was wearing a pair of clean pajamas. They were a pale pink color and so soft against her skin it was like wearing a cloud.
The urge to pee hit her hard and she pushed the blankets back, swinging her legs to the side. She glanced down at her arm which was sore. There was a bandage on her inner arm.
How had that gotten there?
She stumbled over to a door, hoping it was a bathroom. The carpet was soft and the furnishings looked expensive. It was a huge room.
The bathroom was just as incredible and she marvelled at the marble floors and gold fittings as she peed and cleaned herselfup. She startled as she saw herself in the mirror. She looked so pale and thin.
After brushing her teeth with the toothbrush and toothpaste she found, she contemplated a shower. But what she really needed to do was figure a way out of here.
Moving into the bedroom, she tried the door.
Locked.
Then she tried the windows. They were locked too. And it looked like this room was on the second floor.
Shit.
