Roxy's POV
I've been kicking the door for what feels like an hour. My foot is starting to ache. "Let me out, you overbearing, fossilized gargoyles!" I shout, my voice hoarse. "I'm not your problem to lock away!"
It's been days. My own siblings, Elias and Zoe, playing warden. All because I won't spill my guts about why I left, and especially because I won't say a damn word about Eleanor.
A speaker in the ceiling crackles to life. Elias. His voice is always so calm, so reasonable. It makes me want to break things. "Is this really necessary, Roxy? You know how this ends. You talk, you walk. It's very simple."
I lean against the door, smiling even though he can't see it. "Talk about what? The profound spiritual journey I've undertaken? It's been riveting."
"We have pictures," he says, and I can hear the frown in his voice. The disappointment. "You and that Eleanor Moore. You act way more than just ordinary team mates with her."
