Dane
He was in the room he'd been given, sitting in front of the fake fire in a leather chair, just staring at the gas flames and wondering what Lila was doing, what she was thinking, when Felix knocked on the door.
Dane turned as the door opened and Felix looked around it, smiling when he saw him. Dane had to bite back his temper. It was the first hour he'd had to himself—truly to himself, without guards, or his father, or something else going on—since he'd woken from that drugged sleep. But he knew he couldn't let on how tight an edge he was walking.
"Felix?" he said, without getting up.
"Sorry to disturb you, Dane, but I need to catch you up on a project." He walked inside and closed the door behind him, his eyes shooting to three different spots in the room to let Dane know where the hidden cameras were. Dane rubbed his forehead and slowly nodded. He'd already identified them.
