Sara
I sighed as I looked out of the window, wishing I was back in Jaxon's arms more than anything. I had lost track of how many days I had been held captive here–although, there were worse prisons than this. I was grateful for Antonio's kindness in how I was being treated, but a cage was still a cage.
The thought of just running was ever-present, but so was Antonio's warning that I would likely be shot for trying. There was also the small issue of the next step after running: where would I go? How would I contact Jaxon? I had no idea where we were. I could be in another country for all I knew.
I wouldn't be surprised if that were true. Antonio had been nothing short of impressive up to this point.
I needed to find a way out of here or a way to help Jaxon find me. Part of me was also
