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The bright Barbados sun started to set, giving us many large clouds, while Rafe and my argument silenced over time, growing exhausted of arguing, especially if nothing was going to come out in the end. We were still going to be stuck here, in this foreign island, without the needed book, and no way out.
There was a point in the long and tense hours, after they dropped off a small portion of homemade delicious food for us, which was way different from eating nothing but seafood, berries, and coconuts for the past couple of weeks. Rafe and I barely acknowledged each other during it, we only sat around and feasted, occasionally peeking at the other before we could register it.
Soon after, Rafe and I were glimpsing around the large and comfy room, for some clue. Perhaps a device for communication since Carlos stole Rafe's before he had a chance to walk into the mansion to negotiate his fascinating arrangement. Yet, nothing could help, except in my situation, finding a fresh pair of silk pajamas in the bathroom drawers, feeling now free from the old and filthy clothes I had covered in for the past month, and the lengthy silk dress I was tightly covered in for a professional look.
Currently, I sat on the end of the large mattress, feet pressing against the small frame that held the bed up, while my dirty long nails fidgeted in my mouth, nervously chewing them for some kind of satisfaction.
As I did, I glanced over, attending to Rafe lying on the floor, beside the bed, above a small and comfortable carpet with a soft square pillow under his head, and a random blanket he found covering his body, peacefully drifting away. I didn't want him to sleep on the floor, because I wasn't going to use the bed due to my nap that saved my energy, but he insisted.
It's your bed.
According to him. He was in the same position for the past hour, his muscular arms were tightly crossed around his chest, and soft and dismissal snores escaped from his mouth.
Giving me some peace at least.
A small puff escaped before I glanced through one of the large windows straight ahead in my view, discovering a security guard standing on the balcony, clasping their gun, with a harsh complexion.
"Perfect." A small sigh escaped my mouth, slipping off of the comfortable bed, careful not to harm Rafe in the process. The sound of birds chirping filled the quiet air, while I dropped my fingers away from my mouth, and quietly approached the sheer curtains that covered the large windows.
