Vee watched her daughter from the window of the bedroom Sotza locked her in. Two days had passed since she'd entered his home over his shoulder, screaming obscenities. Since she'd punched him in the face. Her rage was so great that during those first hours of isolation she would have happily burned the estate to the ground if it had been within her abilities. Since that exchange, her anger had dimmed to seething hatred.
Whenever Sotza came to check on her she simply stood silently staring out the window at the grounds below, always searching for a glimpse of her girl. He would talk to her, in his quiet voice. He didn't say anything particularly important, spoke about his home, what life was like there, spoke a little about Miami. He didn't say a word about Raina. He knew she was starving
