Ambrose didn't know when but at one point Viktor stepped out of the suite. Devon still wasn't back from taking Orion to school, leaving him all alone.
He walked out of his bedroom with his fingers ruffling through his damp blonde hair. "I'm a prisoner in my own fucking house—wait, scratch that. This isn't my house yet I'm still locked up."
[And of course, cursing around aimlessly has proven to be so much help in situations like this.]
"Ugh, put a sock in it, Aura." He scoffed, lounging against his kitchen island. A can of vodka soda lay there basically begging him to take it.
It was barely past nine AM but hey… It's gotta be happy hour somewhere, no?
Once he had downed half of the can's content, he sighed, wiping a hand over his mouth. "Alright, think, Rose. There has to be a way to leave here."
[Leave here to where?]
