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  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
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  44. 40
  45. 41
  46. Acknowledgments
  47. About the Author
  48. A Sneak Peek of You Will Be Mine
  49. 1
  50. Back Cover

I walk with renewed confidence to the other end of the corridor and look to my right and then my left. One of those doors must be room two. I raise my hand and push. The door to my right is locked. Turning my body, I face the door I’m about to go in and give that one a push.

It slides open.

I shuffle my feet forward, though my muscles lock, trying to keep me from entering.

Maybe they’re all in on it?

Maybe Theo, Kevin, Priya, and Lucie are friends of Caleb’s, too, and they’re all having a joke at my expense.

Don’t be so naive, Piper.

I take three steps, and I’m inside the room.

It’s okay. Small, probably the same size as a standard prison cell and painted brilliant white. There is a thin mattress and gray blanket on the floor.

How long am I going to be in here?

Behind me the door closes and a loud clank echoes through the room. I’ve been locked in. It’s deathly quiet in here, probably soundproof.

Caleb chuckles. It’s almost as if he can hear my thoughts. “Lie down, Piper. The fun is about to begin.”

Fun.

I blink tears from my eyes, stumble forward, and my legs give way. My knees hit the mattress, and my hands break my fall. Taking a ragged breath, I look up around the room. There are two black circles in two corners of the ceiling. Far too high for me to reach, of course.

The light dims, and the rattling of a fan fills the air.

11

I grip the blanket in my fists as my eyes flit around the room, searching for the vent. There are two on the walls near the floor. They’re white like the walls so not immediately identifiable.

Warm air hits me, and at first, it’s nice. But the temperature keeps rising.

Is Caleb controlling this? I can just see him with his hand on a thermostat, laughing as the room heats.

Rolling over, I sit against the wall, equal distance from both vents. The hot air pumps into the room. It’s really warm, and I would definitely be more comfortable if I weren’t wearing sweats, but it’s still bearable.

Dropping my head back against the painted brick, I close my eyes.

You’re fine. This is okay.

The temperature rises again, and it’s close to being out in the sun for hours. How does it get so hot so quickly?

Will anyone talk to me in here? I don’t want to hear from Caleb, Owen, or Matt, but voices would be a comfort. It’s so small and isolated in here. Theo said hours, right? I could be in here for hours. This isn’t the sleep-deprivation room. I can handle two hours on my own in the heat.