Four days.
I've been in this room for four days straight, and I'm starting to lose track of time.
The second dose of suppressants went down easier than the first. Forty-eight hours after the heat cycle, just like Bael's text instructed. I didn't reply, and he hasn't messaged since.
Good.
I stare at my phone now, at the contact still labeled "Unknown Number." Three messages. The watch, Eclipse Bar, the suppressants. I scroll through them sometimes when I can't sleep, proof that none of this was a nightmare.
I should save it properly. It's ridiculous to keep it as "Unknown" when I know exactly who it is. But what the hell do I call him?
*Bael* is too familiar, too intimate. What if Feifei sees it flash across my screen someday?
*Mr. Wuchen* sounds like I'm his employee.
*Sister's Fiance* is too on the nose.
My thumb hovers over the edit button.
I type: *Cheating Bastard*
There, perfect.
Let him see that if he ever looks at my phone.
A knock on my door makes me jump.
