Exhaling, I looked down at the screen of my phone. One missed call and one text message. ARANEAE on the screen.

“DO NOT DO THIS! YOU CAN’T HOLD ME CAPTIVE IN A DAMN GLASS TOWER. LOUISA IS MY BEST FRIEND. COME BACK AND GET ME OR I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL FIND A WAY OUT OF HERE. THERE’S ALWAYS THE FUCKING FRONT DOOR.”

I sent a reply.

“I SUGGEST YOU STAY AWAY FROM THAT FRONT DOOR. IT WON’T WORK ANYWAY. IT’S MONITORED. IF ...