Samantha's POV
Through the flimsy drapes, the first rays of morning sunshine poured across the hardwood floor creating gentle, golden patterns. I had hardly slept, if at all. Though my body felt weighty, my mind was racing over every element of Royce's words—the escape, the nagging sense that we were still in the heart of a trap.
Perched on the edge of the aged couch, I turned once again to view the message on my cell. You are exactly where I most need you. The words tormented me; each one served as a reminder that Royce was still in charge regardless of our distance or intensity of effort. Nonetheless, why? His wants were what? It was personal, more than simply the program—more than just power. Last night, I could see it in his eyes—the almost amused attitude.
Alex came out of the rea
