Sara

I sighed as I looked out of the window, wishing I was back in Jaxon's arms more than anything. I had lost track of how many days I had been held captive here–although, there were worse prisons than this. I was grateful for Antonio's kindness in how I was being treated, but a cage was still a cage.

The thought of just running was ever-present, but so was Antonio's warning that I would likely be shot for trying. There was also the small issue of the next step ...