Maisie
I glanced up. The cameras were blown out. The observation glass behind him was coated in ice, too, and I knew no one could see or hear us anymore.
"Well?" he purred, inclining his head towards the chair.
I settled back into the chair, hiding my trembling fingers under the table. I lifted my chin to appear unbothered, but he could smell my fear on the air.
I had no power here. If he wanted to kill me, he could, and we both knew it.
"Why bother at all, pretending to be prisoner?" I said, surprised at the steadiness of my voice.
