A month of playing chess with Sebastian. A month of watching him strip off for bed. A month of taking his clothes off under his watchful gaze. A month of waking up to Sebastian and trying not to steal glances at him as he stood in all his naked glory, morning erection bobbing as he got ready for the day.

“So what have you been doing?” Hamish asked.

“I eat, I sleep, I play chess, I exercise in the gym, and I go to art class.”

Hamish slammed his fist down on the table. “This isn’t some holiday retreat!”

“You’ve been here eight weeks now,” Morris muttered.

She paced back and forth in the small room. “Surely you’ve got something more for us. Sebastian Claw wants revenge, but we didn’t need you to tell us that, you’re in here to find out what form this revenge will take.”

“I’ve been getting closer to him.”

Morris stopped, and tipped forward as she laughed. “Oh, really, getting closer?”

“Not like that.”

“Sure,” she smirked, “not like that.” Morris rolled her eyes, then averted her gaze.

“I’m serious,” Rory snapped, “I know what he is, I know what he’s done. I’m not gonna use my body to get closer to him.”

“Then what did you mean by getting closer?” Hamish asked.

“Sort of … like friends, I guess.”

“Friends with Sebastian Claw?”

“I’m hoping he’ll open up to me, tell me what he’s planning on the outside.”

“It was a waste of time coming today.” Morris mumbled.

“Do you really not have any new information, anything at all?”

Rory frowned at his lap, then lifted his head. “He’s got a phone.”

Morris rushed forward and braced her hands on the table. “See, that’s the kind of stuff you should be telling us.”

“I haven’t heard him use it though, and I don’t know where he hides it.”

“We need that phone.” Hamish said, “I’ll talk to the governor, get the guards to search the cell.”

“What if he doesn’t keep it in the cell?” Morris asked.

“Then it’ll be up to Rory to find out where he does. It’ll have contacts, messages. We need that phone, understand?”

Rory nodded. “Yeah, I understand.”

****

Ollie was waiting at the gate. He grinned when Rory stepped back on the wing.

“How was your uncle?”

“Fine.”

“So Captain’s already in the gym.”

“Eager to get going?”

Ollie nodded. “Hell yeah. I beat you yesterday.”

“You’ve been training with Captain longer, and remember, I was stabbed.”

“Yeah, you said that yesterday, a lot, especially after I got you in that headlock.”

“It wasn’t my finest hour, and it didn’t make me feel any better when Teddy gave you a standing ovation.”

Ollie grinned brighter. “He was proud of me.”