Chapter 54: chapter fifty four

Tammy's POV

"What do you mean you can't find the key, Ophelia?" Adam's voice booms, vibrating through the thick, wooden door. He's asked her that, for might be the hundredth time, this morning.

I'd woken to the sound of Adam's escalating shouts. Ophelia had so conveniently misplaced the key - my room key! And of course, there's no spare one around, because the keys were in a bundle.

I fight to hold in a laugh as Adam's face flushes red, his frustration radiating off him. He's definitely tired of being trapped with me for so long.

I don't blame him. After hours of forced proximity and a pretense of casual conversations, due to Ophelia's ingenious plan. We tried our best to make things less tense between us, but that has worn thin. And now, it's either Adam leaves, or we see how long we can ignore the obvious tension lingering between us.

"Ophelia!" Adam roars, his fist slamming against the door again. "Find that key right now, or I swear you won't like what happens when I get out of here!"

"Do you even know when you're gonna get out of here?" I ask, a playful smirk tugging on my lips, as I walk to where he stands.

He turns to me, his eyes widening for a second. "Oh, Tammy. I didn't realize you were awake."

"I couldn't sleep through the ruckus," I say, nodding toward his fist on the door. He drops his hand, a flicker of guilt crossing his face.

"I didn't intend to wake you up. I guess I should have considered how loud my banging was. I'm sorry."

"It's fine," I wave it aside. "What did Ophelia do, this time?" I ask, feigning ignorance.

He exhales heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "She lost the key."

Trying to put on the best shocked expression I can muster, I reply. "How did that even happen?"

"I swear I had it last night, Tammy. I kept it on my drawer, but I couldn't find it when I woke up this morning," Ophelia's voice filters through the door, slightly muffled. "Help me convince Adam I'm not lying!"

"She's not lying, Adam," I say flatly. "Ophelia, how are we going to get out now?"

"Don't worry, I've already called one of our pack members, Max. He's good with locks."

Adam growls. "How long is he going to take to get here?"

"Maybe an hour," she replies. "Or two."

"Ophelia," he warns, his voice low and dangerous.

"It's not that bad, you're with your mate, after all. You could just pick up where you left your conversation last night," she suggests. "And if you didn't, you have the chance to do so!"

I roll my eyes. "How about food? What if one of us gets hungry?" My stomach chooses that moment to growl.

"If you actually have a conversation, you wouldn't feel it," she pauses, and then something slides under the door, hitting my foot. "That's two chocolate bars. Hold on to it while Max gets here. And if you get thirsty afterward, I left a bottle of water by your bedside last night. You both can share."

She has a solution to every possible issue, like she planned it all.

Adam shares my suspicion, as he glances at me, his mouth twisting in a frown. "Ophelia, did you leave the water here on purpose?"

"Pfft. Of course not."

"And it so conveniently happens to be untouched."

"I didn't drink it last night. We had soda, remember?"

'Maybe she didn't plan anything' I try to convince myself. But from the little I know about Ophelia, there's a very high chance that she did.

"How come you happened to have two chocolate bars with you?" I question.

"I always carry chocolate in my purse. You can ask Adam, and he'll confirm."

It seems like she thought about it so thoroughly, she has answers for every question. "Anyway," Ophelia speaks up again, "I'm going to grab a few things from the city. I'll be back before you know it."

At that, Adam slams his palm on the door. "You had better be joking, Ophelia!" She begins laughing, her voice fading as she walks away.

A heavy silence settles between us.

I sigh, walking back to sit on the edge of the bed. "What do we do now?"

He follows soon after, the floorboards creaking softly under his weight. "We could go back to sleep?"

I shake my head. "I don't think I can. But if you want to, go ahead."

"I don't feel sleepy either," he states.

Another silence stretches between us, thick with unspoken words. Adam shifts uncomfortably on the bed.

Suddenly, an idea pops into my mind. "Well, since we have some time to kill, why don't we play a game?" I suggest, a mischievous smile forming on my lips.

Adam looks at me with curiosity, seemingly intrigued. "What kind of game?" he asks.

"How about a game of twenty questions?" I lean back on the bed, grinning. "It's fun, and will help us pass the time."

He raises an eyebrow, considering my proposal before finally nodding. "Who goes first?"

"Let's flip a coin. Heads, I start."

The corners of his lips tilt upward in a small smile. "Okay."

I grab a coin from my purse and flip it. It lands on heads.

I clap my hands together. "Alright, let's do this! What's your favorite color?"

"Grey," he answers instantly.

I pause, surprised. It's the first time I've heard of someone having that as their favorite color. Now that I think about it - most of his shirts, at least the ones I've seen, are grey. I guess it kinda suits him.

"Why grey?"

Adam raises his brows, seeming amused. "That's two questions." He rubs the stubble on his chin, his expression becoming serious. "There was a fire," he says quietly. "When I was younger."