Lena’s throat burned with thirst, but she refused to touch the glass of water that stood on the bedside table.
No more tricks. No more false kindnesses or damn drugs to make her fall asleep. She had already fallen for that once—and look where it got her. In the middle of nowhere with a crazy guy.
Her stomach gave a painful rumble, echoing against the silence of the room, but she ignored it, crossing her arms over her abdomen as if that could muffle the sound.
Maybe it’s for the best, she thought bitterly. I needed to lose a few pounds anyway. A humorless laugh escaped her lips. It sounded wrong in the sterile quiet.
She walked to the large window again, eyes scanning the endless stretch of blue that surrounded her. Hours ago, it had been only water—calm, vast, and mercilessly beautifu
