Her chest was heaving. Her hands were clenching and unclenching on her sides. She stared at the shaking door as the up roaring man kept on budging on it from the outside. But Siren doesn’t feel the fear. Not even the slightest bit of regret for what she did to the man. If they wanted her dead, they would have been done with it already and didn’t wait for her to stay the night here.
The decision for her freedom was up to this man Julio, and Siren was clueless as to why he was doing it. As clueless as his friends are.
She waited for half a minute before she moved to push the small drawer against the door. It wasn’t big enough, so it wasn’t heavy, too. The sofa had to follow next to the drawer to keep the man from entering the room. But she knew it was a matter of time. First, he surely ha
