Strangely, a sense of disappointment wrenched her guts, but she masked it off with a sharp laugh.

 

 

 “Really? You're letting me go. What happened to your big talks about my punishment and keeping my mouth shut?” She asked, her eyes flickering between the ajar door and his stoic expression.

 

 

 He only strolled to the other end of the room to grab his pack of cigarettes and then lit one.

 

 

 “Aren't you happy to leave? Anyone else would have fled by now.” He said idly, leaning his weight against the window before he pushed it open and puffed out into the air.

 

 Ciara's mouth only parted to form words that didn't...