Wrong

Rosalind's POV

After that cryptic woman left having dropped that ominous warning, I laid back in bed thinking and thinking about the ways I could escape with minimal risk.

I couldn't risk my life on the off chance that Killian didn't feel like bailing me out.

Cillian was mercurial and while some days he seemed like an absolute darling, it never lasted.

Things might change now that I was his fiancée but I sincerely doubted it seeing as he wanted this engagement about as much as I wanted it. Which was not at all.

So no, I wouldn't wait for him to save me. That being secured there was only one way out of this room. It was the door.

I would be monitored by the guy in black, River, but at least I would be able to check my vicinity to make sure she hadn't been lying about us being in a different kingdom.

I stood up pleasantly surprised when I didn't swoon or have sudden upsetting headaches. The drugs had worn out.

Then I went to check the washroom and the dresser. There was water and