[Jasmine’s POV]
“I'm so thirsty,” Isabella whispered.
An hour had passed since Isabella had woken up, but the guards hadn't come back yet. Neither had Gareth or his men.
“I know, me too,” I said, my mouth almost as dry as sandpaper. “But we have to remember that we're much safer if our kidnappers think we're asleep. Why don't you try to fall asleep, and when you wake up, your father will be here to rescue us, okay?”
Silent tears fell down her pale cheeks, but she nodded bravely and shut her eyes.
After a few moments, her breathing evened out. As Isabella fell asleep, her terrified tears dried on her face.
I knew that I should take my own advice and try to sleep too. If those assholes came back, my unconsciousness would be much more convincing if I was actually sleeping. And I should probably attempt to conserve what little strength I had left.
