I’d been stupid to trust Stella. If I could have magicked myself out of the bathroom, I would have abandoned her and never spoken to her again. Instead I waited for Eli to see the note on the mirror telling him to put on the handcuffs and blindfold we’d left on the bed, praying that he wouldn’t just barge into the bathroom and end the whole crazy charade. “What the hell?” Eli stopped moving around in the bedroom and I could only assume that he’d seen the instructions on the mirror. I was too petrified to look through the crack in the door to find out for sure. “I’m not in the mood for games, Cass,” Eli said. “Some dog pissed on my jeans. You said we’d finish talking when you got back from the bathroom. So, come out of there and let’s talk.” The plan was failing. Eli wasn’t putting on the handcuffs or the blindfold. I looked at Stella to see what else she had up her sleeve, but even in the dark I could tell that her bag of tricks was empty. She’d expected Eli to comply and hadn’t prepared for any contingencies.
