309 Ghost of My Dreams I

I reluctantly followed behind him, since my other option would be to return to my new room and stew in my own uselessness. Even if I were to fling myself out of the window, would human news channels even report my death for Damon and Blaise to find me? 

I highly doubted that the bedsheets would be long enough for me to turn into a rope that I could use to scale down the tower. 

At least with Gus, I would be able to get more information to understand what on earth I got myself into and learn more about the tower to plan my future escape. First things first, I had to make sense of what was going on. 

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked.

"Not too long," Gus replied, and my eyebrow twitched at the vague response. Now that I knew he was no friend of mine, everything he did rankled me and raised my hackles.

"How long is not too long? An hour? Two hours?" I demanded, my blood rushing through my veins in hot anger. "How long was I out, Gus?"