Before Deucalion could read the message, I lunged forward and snatched my phone from his hand.
He looked at me sharply. “What are you hiding?”
“Nothing.”
“You looked terrified.”
“I said it is nothing.”
His eyes narrowed. “Give me the phone.”
“No.”
The word came out too quickly. Everyone in the room stared at me. Deucalion took one step toward me. “Malia.”
I held the phone tightly against my chest. “I said no.”
His expression hardened. Then he turned his head toward the two warriors standing near the doors.
“Take her to her room.”
My heart dropped. “Wait.”
The warriors moved toward me at once. Deucalion continued without looking at me. “Lock her inside. She will remain there for three days.”
Three days. The words hit harder than his earlier slap.
Friday was only two days away
