was one massive room, walled in glass. The lights of Manhattan spr

y, afraid to step onto the pristi

stripped off his jacket and tossed it to

," Armond said, unbuttoning his cuffs. "Get h

othes," Abbey said

bar. He poured a finger

t to s

he bottle," Armond said, his bac

I'm Abbey Wynn now. I'm a broke la

, watching her over the rim. "Kidnapped i

s debt, Armond. That's... t

et purchase." He set the glass down. He walk

ring near her cheek. Abbey fl

d his fingers into a fist and

e tight. "Don't try to leave. The elevator r

ound the room-it was bigger than her entire a

ood, sliding down to the

ght my

as tr

waterfall of hot water. She stood under it for twenty minutes, scrubbing her

ush robe she found hanging on a hook,

milk. A tube o

had hit the velvet rope earlier that night.

d not

e sheets smelled of lavender. She rubbed the

be. He was fattening he

ldn't help but remember Paris. The way he used to bring her

? Or was he just a m

he silence of the pen

e room. She crept down the hallway,

ut by the floor-to-ceiling

mo

y. The glowing tip of a cigarette moved in the dark. He

incredib

s just a man in a glass cage, looking

nted to go to him. She wanted to ask him wh

in. But this time, the lock felt less like it was keeping him o