Silence reigned in the foyer, with sunset gradually approaching, causing streaks of sunlight to pierce through the windows and splash the room in orange. How long had passed: an hour? Two? Three? Maybe more?
Sebastian's method of extracting information from Ben was obviously torture, but I wasn't sure if Stephanie would or would not allow that. I did know she would go to any lengths to get what she wanted, but Ben knew little to nothing. He didn't have the information they were after, and he might suffer more for his ignorance since he had nothing to give.
My nails were at the shortest now with how much I had feasted on them while pacing around. Luckily, my hair was in a ponytail and safe from my lethal fingers, which would have run through my locks numerously if not.
It wasn't just Ben
