She did not know why he let her go, just that he did, and she supported herself. She heard the door open and the lock slide back into place.

She rushed to the toilet and wiped the spittle off her face and vomited everything up. There must be a way out.

There must be.

Xavier had all of the pictures of Derek laid out on his bed.

Some were from Dorcas' past and he could have taken easily, but he remembered some as recently as six months ago. He had met one of them at a nightclub altogether. Some ...