Chapter 3

“I’ll add it to your tab… Do you have a cell?” He shifts and moves closer, and I get incredibly claustrophobic with the proximity of someone his size, strength emanating like a heavy dark cloak and that aura of an aggressive, dominant male. He’s formidable for a man; I remember that much from seeing him in daylight. I wish I could better recall his appearance, but my memory is hazy with the finer details.

“I tossed it when I ran. I don’t have one anymore.” I sink back into my cushions when he steps the last small distance, suddenly right beside me. Trying so hard to make him out, when I am blinded by the dazzling light of him switching on the lamp over my bed, I screw my eyes shut. Flinching at the assault, head aching intensely, before blinking myself back to the room and acclimatising slowly as I flutter them open to try and see.

“I’ll have one dropped off in the morning, and you can give the details of where to collect your belongings then. When you’re ready for relea