Noah's POV
The cold walls of my room closed in around me as I stared at the locked door, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles had gone white. How long had I been held in this room? Days? Weeks? Time blurred together in this isolated hell. All I remembered clearly was losing consciousness in my car, then waking up here.
Without the television mounted to the wall, I wouldn't have known what was happening beyond these walls. According to every news outlet, I was dead. A charred body found in my burned-out car.
Paige. Asher. Even little Naomi.What did they believe? Were they mourning me? And what was Thalia doing with my daughter now that I was "gone"?
I examined my hands, flexing them slowly. After my alleged death, Neo had disappeared with his son. Why? What game was being pl
