He straightens and shakes his head in dismay. It’s clear he still thinks I’m lying.
“I don’t know where my father is.”
“You need to eat Bellezza,” he says ignoring my comment.
He makes his way over to the door and I grab the sheet and cover myself.
I watch him walk away, but there’s something I want to know. It’s not relevant to my situation and doesn’t help me in any shape or form, but it’s on my mind.
“Tristan,” I stop him and his hand stills on the door handle.
“Who? Who did he kill for you?” The moment I ask the question I wish I didn’t.
“I can’t talk about that with you. Not you… the devil’s daughter,” he answers, and I feel so bad.
He goes through the door and numbness fills me.
My father is his enemy and so am I.
I don’t think I’ll be able to get myself out of here. He doesn’t believe I’m telling the truth and that look in his eyes just now was raw hatred.
I’m not stupid, I know Tristan wouldn’t have contacted my father like the average kidnapper would for ransom. That’s not the plan. I’m trying to think the way he would. He wants a life for a life.
My father’s life for mine, but Tristan wants to find a man that’s managed to keep himself hidden from the world.
I know my father would never sacrifice himself for me. He’d sooner see me dead than allow that to happen.
He’ll do everything to get me back, just not that.
If we continue as we are there’s going to come a time when I won’t be of any use and Tristan will realize taking me was fruitless.
I don’t doubt he’ll kill me then to get back at my father.
The only way off this island might be death.