A few more seconds pass. Then with a huff, he shows me his back and exits the room.
I decide to be nice. “Goodbye, Tim.”
He snaps, slamming the door. “It’s Ted!”
His roar seems to shake the whole penthouse, and it looks like I pissed him off. I couldn’t give two shits. I have a king-sized bed to sleep on. Maybe I can rearrange the pillows and build that nest that I always dreamed of.
It appears I am moving up in life.
Good for me.
***
I wait until the house falls silent. Then I will head out.
First, I need to find my stuff. Killian never returned my suitcase after he brought me here, and that thing has all my money.
Iamgoing to escape. Tonight. I don’t care if they give me the best room in the penthouse. I cannot stay. They robbed me of my freedom, and I’ll be damned if I’ll become another prisoner again.
Throwing the sheets off my legs, I sneak toward the door, pausing for a moment. My bed calls to me, and I wonder if leaving really is in my best interest.
I rearranged the pillows to the exact way I like them. Several stacked beside my back and several beside the front.
No. I refuse to be caged like a bird.
I repeat the number in my head that Tim gave me. I get it on the third try, doing a mini fist bump.
Good job, Ravyn.
Carefully, I open the door, cringing when it creaks. What is with its rusty hinges?
The sound doesn’t cause anyone to stir, and I sigh in relief, clicking the door shut behind me as I tiptoe down the hall. There has to be a fire escape somewhere. If not, then that just goes against so many health and safety regulations.
Maybe they have a vent that I could squeeze through. If I greased myself up in baby oil, I could get out of here. But do I really want to crawl through a stuffy air shaft? It could be days before I get out.
It looks like I’m out of luck. Killian has me right where he wants me.
I may not get my chance again after tonight. But that doesn’t stop me from approaching the front door.
It’s just not fair. My freedom was so close, but such is life, I guess. We don’t always get what we want.
Without thinking, I pull on the door, gasping when the thing actually opens.
Holy shit.
I peer behind my shoulder. It looks like some idiot forgot to shut the door after they went to bed, and a smirk curls my lips.
Time to escape. I just wish I had my suitcase with all my...
My eyes pop when I glance beside the door.
It’s as if the thing has been there waiting for me the whole time, and something doesn’t quite feel right.
Still, I pluck it up off the floor, exiting through the door. My bare feet pad along the smooth floor of a long, glass tunnel as my face reflects all around me.
I approach the elevator at the end of the corridor, pressing the down button when I stop at its silver doors. My heart pounds in my chest as I wait for the elevator to arrive. This was almost too easy.
The elevator doors ding, and I duck inside, glancing at the series of buttons on the wall. There’s one for gym and another for garage.