Five days.

I'd been stuck in this room for five whole days, and I was going absolutely insane.

Sure, things with Tristan had gotten... better. Much better, actually. He came to the room every night, and we'd talk and kiss and sometimes more than kiss.

He was still possessive and overprotective and probably a little bit crazy, but he was also softer with me now. Gentler.

But I was still trapped.

I couldn't leave without his permission. I couldn't talk to anyone except him and occasionally ...