The guards shoved us into the new room and locked the door with a heavy click.
I took in the space—two cots, a small attached bathroom, still no windows. An upgrade, apparently. Warwick must've bought the mate story enough not to separate us.
Elise stood frozen for a moment before she sat down hard on the edge of one cot. I watched her. The reality seemed to finally hit her all at once.
"We're never getting out of here, are we?" she whispered, her voice shaky.
I leaned back against the wall and gave the room a slow once-over. "You know, most people use captivity as an opportunity for self-reflection," I said dryly. "Right now I'm reflecting on how impressively ugly this room is."
She didn't smile. Her breathing started coming faster, hands gripping the edge of the cot. I could see the panic building.
I moved toward her and crouched in front of her. "Elise. Look at me."
Her eyes met mine, wide and scared. "Reid… we're actually trapped. This is real. I can't—"
