Chapter 63

Demetria hardly slept a wink the night before. That overwhelming feeling of being watched haunted her well into the night. She knew exactly when Jack woke, and began to move around the house because she was awake when morning came.

Pulling the covers back, she rubbed her fists against her eyes, and walked over toward the door, finding it unlocked. The smell of coffee and breakfast wafted up the stairs, and actually made her stomach growl.

Maybe she should indulge in Jack’s meals, and try to reach out to him. It would make it easier to get away when the time came, if he trusted her. If being the operative word.

She backtracked into her room, finding an outfit, jeans and a t-shirt sitting on the edge of her bed. She changed into it, and pulled her hair into a half ponytail before making her way downstairs.

Jack stood in the kitchen, wearing more modern clothes than the day before, humming to himself while flipping bacon in a skillet.

"You know air fryers make those perfectly," Demetria