Dane's POV
It has been two days, and I still haven't found a way to get out of this house. I walk downstairs, my eyes sweeping over the guards posted at the door, even more stationed at the main gate. Every window is sealed shut, and a maid keeps a discreet but constant eye on me.
I had thought that once the chain was unlocked, I could run easily, but that day I was overconfident. The reality feels like a cage tightening around me.
"Sir, do you want something?" the maid asks softly.
"No," I answer, forcing calm into my voice. "I'm just feeling a little weird. I need fresh air. I want to go to the garden."
"I'm sorry, sir," she replies quickly. "Mr. Kyle strictly ordered that you cannot go outside."
I sigh. "Really."
"You can go upstairs and take fresh air from the bedroom window," she suggests.
I stare at her for a moment. It's not her fault—it's her duty. Without a word, I turn back, climb the stairs, and return to the room.
