Ren lay on the wide, too-soft bed, staring up at the gilded ceiling of his luxurious prison cell. The room screamed wealth, velvet drapes, crystal chandelier, even a faint floral scent that clung to everything. But no amount of comfort could hide the truth: he was a hostage.
He rolled onto his side, mind churning. Should he escape or stay?
Staying was simple. Safe. Victoria and her people clearly wanted Anna to come for him. This gilded cage was bait, and he was the worm. If he just waited, Anna would show up eventually. That was the easy road to seeing her again.
But Anna was out there, running with the Liberators, risking everything. He got lot more information about the group she is part of.
