The days started blending together in that glass prison high above the city. I woke up every morning to the same soft light filtering through the huge windows, the same quiet hum of the penthouse around me. No alarm clock needed—my body just knew now. I’d roll out of the massive bed, splash cold water on my face, and head straight to the small gym Delucas had in the east wing. Pounding the treadmill, lifting weights until my muscles burned, it was the only way I could push out the frustration and the questions that never stopped circling in my head.
How long was this going to last? What did Delucas really want from me? And why did I catch myself thinking about him even when he wasn’t around?
After the workout, I’d shower and change into the clothes that kept appearing in my closet—always
