She swallowed hard and slipped under her blankets without another word.
Cleo wished she had answers or at the very least knew what might come next. After the life she’d lived, she craved stability and routine. Not knowing if she’d be breathing the next day was way out of her comfort zone.
He clicked off the lights, and she gripped her blankets tight to her neck. There was no light filtering in through the curtains, not even a soft glow from a phone charger. The complete blackness was disconcerting.
“Priest?” she whispered.
When she thought he wouldn’t answer, he said, “Yeah.”
“I’m scared.”
Why was she telling this stranger who’d kidnapped her? Because she had no one else and never had.
“Go to sleep, Cleo. You’re safe here.”