Vic closed her eyes and bumped her head against the door to what was now her room instead of Max’s. After their fairly gentle drills, he took her back to the room and told her it was hers now; that he would leave anything she wanted and bring her anything she was missing. He had told her to shower and put on fresh clothes so he could take her to meet with Volkov. She was nervous but also hopeful that maybe he would decide she wasn’t worth the trouble and let her go back to some semblance of her old life. She showered and changed without incident or interruption from the other occupants. When she emerged from her room, the lights in the main part of the cabin were out except for a single lamp in the kitchen where Max stood with a small flower in his hand. Vic twisted her wet hair up into a tight bun as Max approached and offered her the small white daisy. “A peace offering from Ro.” he said with a husky, but sweet voice. Vic only shook her head. “Really? This pretty little daisy is fr
