Elizabeth threw the shirt back to the corner of the room. She was pretty sure she would end up regretting it in the morning, but she knew she was right. Either Tobias planned on killing them, or he was going to let them go. A stain on her shirt wasn’t going to change his mind.
She sat with her back against the headboard, turning on the television and looking for some kind of background noise to help her get to sleep. Sawyer was probably going to get barely any sleep, and she was concerned about him; but there was no point in both of them staying up all night.
Sawyer sat beside her, feigning interest in the stupid ghost hunting show she had on, but making fun of the host and his over-reactions to every creak of a floorboard or fleck of dust on the camera.
He shifted a little, seemingly u
