The knock came again.
Daniel remained frozen above me, staring at the locked door. I quickly pulled the covers over myself, my heart beating so hard I could hear it.
“Who is that?” he whispered.
“How would I know?” I snapped quietly. “Maybe you should check.”
He looked at me with irritation. “You want me to open the door like this?”
“Then let me go. I can find out who it is.”
For a moment, he said nothing. Then he moved away and pointed at my clothes.
“Get dressed. And remember what happens if you decide to be clever.”
I swallowed my anger, hurried into my clothes, and slipped out of his room. Before leaving, I glanced at the camera on the dresser. Its little red light was still blinking.
My stomach tightened.
Daniel had recorded everything. Even if I managed to avoid him, he wou
