Chapter 39

Quinn

I sat on my bed, staring at the dresser next to the open window. I had an insane desire to leap through that window to freedom, but I’d fall to a sure and painful death if I did.

When I woke up, I found my door locked, and when I called out no one answered or even acknowledged my existence. Panic threatened to engulf me, but before it could overwhelm me, I reminded myself that this was not my childhood home, I wasn't lockied in the closet, and sooner or later, someone would come to get me.

My best guess was that Troy was punishing me for what I had done. I hadn’t seen him since we got home late this morning and he staggered off into the mansion without so much as a goodbye.

I got up to shower, dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a white t-shirt, then sat in the window, and gazed out at the terraced garden in the back. If I looked closely and squinted just right, I could see the overgrown road that led to the manned gate in the back.

Someone knocked on the door and the scent of