"He's got another thing coming if he thinks he's just gonna keep me locked away like this," I huff, plopping down on the sofa.
Brock looks at me and chuckles. "Relax, sweetheart. He's only trying to keep you safe."
"I can take care of myself, you know," I say, cutting my eyes at him.
"Oh really? Is that why you were kidnapped two days ago? Because you can take care of yourself?" he asks with a hint of amusement to his voice.
I scowl at him for a while, wondering why he's even willing to be here, babysitting me, while everyone else gets to go out and have all the fun. "What's in it for you?" I finally ask.
He furrows his brows together. "What do you mean?"
I sit up and rest my chin on my hands. "I mean, what's in it for you? What is Sloan paying you?"
He laughs, waving me off. "
