Kendra’s POV
I took a deep breath the moment he let go of me. The pressure eased from the back of my neck and I straightened slowly, the cuffs biting again into my wrists as I moved. My voice came out low but steady.
“This,” I said, lifting my chained hands an inch, “this is exactly why I kept the note. This is why I taped it behind my desk instead of giving it to you straight away.”
I turned my head as much as I could, trying to look at him from the corner of my eye, but all I saw was the grey wall.
“I kept it because I know that this house has locks around every corner. I am always watched. I am always handled. You treat me like an animal, and maybe, just maybe, if you were not one yourself, I would have told you about the damn note. But I saw what you did to those men. I know what y
