Chapter Thirteen.
Safron walked into the large house, a shudder washing over her. This was the first time she had entered such a place since her escape from the yacht. The people who had helped her on Ronsay lived in small cottages, the main wooden community centre the hub of the island, which was not even as big as a village on the mainland.
“This room here has the biggest bed,” Leon’s voice filtered to her ears. Instantly she froze at the word bed, a cold shiver of fear washing over her. Safron’s mind body and soul, screeching ‘Danger’, and she had to resist the urge to turn on her heel and flee the house and get away from the soldier.
“I don’t sleep in a bed,” she found the courage to mutter. The soldier turned to look at her. His eyes were now contact lenses free, and seeing t
