Chapter 4

The cell door clanged shut behind me with a finality that echoed through my bones. Three days. Jameson had arranged for me to be held for three days on kidnapping charges that even he must have known were fabricated.

"Spencer," the guard called, his voice dripping with disdain. "You got a visitor."

I didn't bother looking up from the thin mattress where I'd been sitting for hours. No visitors were allowed yet—it was too soon. This was just another game.

"Look like princess needs her beauty sleep," sneered a woman with tattooed arms from across the cell block. Her name…