CHAPTER 15
The door clicked shut and the electronic lock gave that familiar, smug little chirp as it engaged.
I stood perfectly still, watching the shadow under the door until the light from the hallway was completely severed.
I didn't move for a long minute, letting my ears filter out the sound of the building until I was certain Maya was actually gone and not just waiting for me to lower my guard.
Finally, I exhaled, the tension in my shoulders loosening just a fraction. I walked over to the nightstand.
The silver tray was a ridiculous sight—porcelain carafe, a single plate of toast that smelled offensively buttery, and a thick, cream-colored envelope.
I looked at the toast. My stomach gave an angry twist of hunger, but I ignored it. I didn't trust the food.
In this house, even the jam probably had a tracking nano-chip or a sedative mixed in. I picked up the envelope instead. It was heavy, sealed with a thick drop of black wax imprinted with that minimalist 'D' logo.
