Chapter 45

• *Isabel*
• I really tried to fight it, I swear.
• And I'd been doing a damned good job, if I did say so myself. I'd spent the first thirty minutes after I'd spotted the door open, wondering if it been a mistake and debating whether or not Dante was going to come back and lock me in. The next thirty minutes had been spent deciding whether or not I should lock myself in. Thirty minutes after that, my concerns had moved from remaining in the room to seizing the opportunity and leaving my little prison for a while. It had taken me another thirty minutes to go over the plan; I would simply take a small tour around the house. If Dante found me, I would let him know I hadn't been planning on escaping.