The next day, Wynter was sitting on the bed again. She had not slept and remained wide awake for the entire night. Thoughts of danger made her vigilant. She felt tired but she didn't want to close her eyes even for a short time.
She observed her surroundings using all her five senses. Late into the night, she could hear voices outside her window in the second floor. Probably from the guards that were patrolling around.
At the break of dawn, the number of voices she heard doubled. Some of them were passing by her room to God knows where they might be going. Whenever that happens, she tenses up and holds her breath, breaking into a stance just in case that they would force their way in.
But it never happened, in which she's super grateful for. If they did, she is ready to drop the tied-up act and use the gun on them. And would probably throw her into much deeper shit.
