"You really shouldn’t be in here." Sara gave a derisive shake of her head as she moved past him to one of the porcelain sinks to wash her hands and face before filling and drinking a glass of water. Her face was still that sickly gray color.

He raised dark brows." You are obviously unwell."

"That’s still no reason—"

"The door is locked, and I will go where I want whenever I deem it necessary," Simon declared harshly.

Sara gave a pained wince. He now appeared every inch the arrogantly ...