Creeping Thoughts

I paced the length of the room, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet with every step. 

The walls of the opulent guest room seemed to close in on me, no matter how big and beautiful the space was. 

The morning light spilled through the tall windows, casting golden streaks across the room, but even the sun couldn't dispel the chill creeping into my thoughts. 

Adrian. 

I couldn't shake the memory of his voice, calm and measured, as he'd spoken to his cousins. 

His words weren't overtly malicious, but there had been something unsettling about his tone. Something calculated. 

"She's useful. I always have a plan."

What did he mean by that? Was I truly safe here, or had I walked straight into another trap, trading one captor for another? 

That was the most likely situation and I hated feeling like this.

I stopped in front of the window and gazed out at the sprawling estate.