Michaela’s POV.
Well, that was easy. Santiago agreed yesterday to give me some freedom but I will be followed by guards so I don’t make a run for it. Some wins, I suppose. I have less than a day to get out of here and take the rest with me. But something in my gut tells me there is something happening and I hope and pray they haven’t changed the date of the auction, because if they have, then I need to haul ass.
A woman came in and re-bandaged my back and gave me something for the pain, which I refused. I will not trust anyone while I am here. I didn’t sleep well last night even though Santiago assured me no one would enter the room. Did I believe him? Not on your life.
I walk the halls, and everything is light in colour and clean. Considering the basement, that place is like Satan’s ar
