Olivia's POV
I had been pacing the room in slow, measured steps, trying to make sense of everything—my escape, Reuben, Jeremy, and the suffocating sense that I had only been rescued to be caged again. The walls were bare, the air was stale and too dry, so dry that it hurt my nostrils when I breath.
The silence was maddening. We really had to be in the middle of nowhere because I heard no activity on the outside. I was certain though that Reuben had not left this place unguarded, this place had to be crawling with guards.
That was when I heard it.
At first, I thought it was just the wind filtering through the small window but I was wrong. I could make out the clear unmistakable voice of Reuben and someone else.
I dropped to my knees and pressed my ear against the wall. I had not known there was another room behind this one. It was then I noticed it too—a jagged corner where the stone had chipped away. I pressed my ear against it, their voices becoming clearer.
“I’m telling you,” R
