The previous question made Beatrice turn her face away. She dared not look at Sam anymore. She also cursed herself for getting carried away with the treatment of this thug whom she should despise.

"Remember the rule I gave you, Beatrice," Sam said as he tilted Beatrice's chin. This time, he wasn't rough. "Don't turn your face away from me when I'm talking."

"Yes," Beatrice whispered.

"Tell me what you did while I was gone."

Beatrice blinked slowly.

"You left this room, right? What was my ...