Kent says nothing and I frown a little. This was Kent’s very theory – why isn’t he confirming it? The room grows awkwardly quiet. “Would you mind,” Alden says, breaking the silence and gesturing towards me. “If I had a private moment with my daughter? I still haven’t had a moment alone with her. To
I frown a little at Kent, blinking. What? He folds his hands and waits patiently. “What,” I say, hesitating. “What do you want to know?” “Everything,” he says, raising his eyebrows. “I want you to tell me everything he said to you, and everything you said in response.” I frown at him further. “A
I’m slightly shaken by the experience, to be honest – first talking to my father, and then reporting the conversation to Kent. I know that I’m a pawn in their game, but I hadn’t realized that I’d be expected to report, on either side, what the other had said. How do I manage this? I hadn’t lied to
I smile down into my cup of tea, enjoying the fresh herbal scent. My belly is full of scone, and I'm listening passively as Daniel explains the ins and outs of some new philosophical theory that he's learning about for his class. I don't really care about it, but it's nice to hear him think through
His eyes dart around the patio, as if he's looking for someone who is listening. "If I agreed to even think about this," he says, "what would the plan look like?" I bite my lip eagerly. "We could keep it simple, start small. Figure out how to get our passports, or get convincing passports made. Th
Kent comes to my side, grabbing my right arm and pulling it forward as he moves to the other side of the table. He still holds my arm firmly in his grip as he goes, making be bend over the table to move with him – Which, I suddenly realize, is precisely what Kent wanted. When I’m bent at the waist
“What,” he says, bringing his face closer to mine, “did she tell you to do with it?” I lower my voice almost to a whisper, forcing him to lean closer. “She told me to give it to Alden.” I see Kent’s lips curl back from his teeth at that. But before he can ask another question, I continue. “But ob
Kent moves around the table, and to my surprise, he takes a key out of his pocket and slides it under the metal table. A mechanism snaps, and I feel a sudden give to my handcuffs as they are released from the table. Before I can pull away, Kent grabs the chain between the cuffs, taking control of m