Amanda’s POV.
After that confusing scenario in Asher’s room, I turned my attention to the floor to ceiling windows and spent the next four hours wiping them as lazily as possible.
Why four hours, you might be wondering? After all, the windows were already sparkling. Well, I hadn’t known Noel long, but five days was enough to know that if I spent a short amount of time on a task then I would be going back to spend three times the amount of time I spent on it. So I idly wiped one spot for a few minutes then dumped the rag into the bucket and walked around Asher’s room a bit in search of anything I could steal or use as a means of escape.
The windows were latched shut, there were no keys, no phones I could use to contact anyone, no pins. Nothing I could use to get out of here.
After a few
