This “Greyson” wouldn’t even show me his face, so it’s not like I

expected him to enter his real name in.

I lowered my head and was deep in thought when the man suddenly picked me up.

I thought that he was going to do something ho rrific to me again, so I struggled desperately.

Instead, he put me back on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and covered me with it.

Then, he leaned over and said, “Have a good sleep. Don’t wait for Roman. He won’t come back.”

I didn’t understand what he meant. “What do you mean?”

He didn’t respond, just left quickly as if he had...