Silver Platter

Portia

While I'm here I search through the drawers to see if there's anything I can use as a weapon, if I need to.

I chuckle to myself at the thought.

If I need to.

I will need to. He's told me what he plans to do. Is that really the only reason my cousin and I are alive?And is Nathan truly alive? Or did he just say that to appease me? To ensure I wouldn't fight too hard when he lays his hands on me?

I wish I could trust his words that Nathan was really okay. But you don't trust a man scarred and blinded by revenge.

You don't.

No. I can't think about that. Nathan is alive. I have to believe that.

I return to the bathroom and pull the towel off my head. Rummaging through his drawers, I find a brush. I meet my reflection and peer closer, shifting my gaze to the right to see the bruise high on my cheekbone where the skin is cut.

Probably happened on the floor of the cell. I'm surprised I'm not more badly hurt although my head aches. Setting the brush down, I open the medicine cabinet a