I nodded.
“Dad keeps some in here.”
That was almost plausible.
My father did keep absurd amounts of tea everywhere.
Adrian walked toward me.
“You shouldn’t be wandering.”
“I felt trapped in the room.”
He looked at my face.
Then at the desk.
My pulse pounded.
“Did you find any?”
“No.”
He walked behind the desk.
My hands went cold.
If he opened the drawer.
If he saw the tablet.
If the screen lit.
I needed distraction.
I let my knees buckle.
Not entirely fake.
The drugs helped.
I dropped against the chair.
Adrian rushed forward.
“Natalie!”
He caught me.
The drawer remained closed.
Good.
PART 10
“I’m dizzy.”
I whispered.
His expression softened.
Not from concern.
Relief.
Because dizziness meant weakness.
