152. Do you feel it with me too?

Sophia POV

"Sophia." His voice deepened as he repeated my name. "It suits you."

What is that supposed to mean?

I didn't have time to ask him that as he suddenly disappeared again, leaving me all alone.

I searched around the room, desperate to find a way out. A window, a crack on the wall, anything. But there was nothing.

The walls were made of solid stone, and there was only one small circular window sitting high up the wall. Even if I jumped and reached it, my body wouldn't fit through it.

He couldn't have picked a better prison for me. I howled in frustration and anger. This wasn't how I planned to spend my week.

What day was it anyway?

I had no idea because he didn't even bother to leave me a calendar here. Or anything to entertain myself with.

And not to mention I was starving!

I felt a surge of regret for not eating the beef stew. How was I supposed to know that he didn't tamper with it! And then he had the nerve to eat it all in front of me!

"Where are you now? Come back here!"