Billie.
I dried my hair after a long shower, sighing in relief. If there was a ranking for the worst places to be held captive, Drew's little horror show would be at the top—right next to the DMV and the middle seat on a budget airline.
I shuddered. Never again.
"I'm just glad he's dead," I muttered, toweling off the last bit of moisture from my hair.
"Can you believe we're actually alive?" Riana said, dramatically throwing herself onto the couch like she had just survived an apocalypse. "And all thanks to that boss of yours."
Even after showering, she still applied her full goth-girl makeup. I had long since accepted that the eyeliner was basically tattooed onto her soul.
I collapsed onto the two seater couch beside her. "You have no idea how scared I was," I groaned. "I mean, I've seen Lexus in creepy mode before, but that warehouse? That was a whole new level of nightmare fuel. The hairs on my arms are still recovering."
