She didn’t find one, but she did find the little table with the instructions the driver mentioned. She hadn’t noticed it at all when they arrived but there it was, a little glass bistro table set with a plate and a wine glass. The glass was full of a red liquid she could only assume was wine. The plate held an hors d'?uvre of some sort. She couldn’t identify it, but when she got close, it smelled sweet, like honey.

She’d been hoping for a long list of instructions, or perhaps just the words, “Wait, I’m coming for you.” She would have waited for him forever. Instead, there were two small notes, scrawled in someone’s handwriting, not Wade’s she was sure. The one by the glass said, “Drink me.” The one by the plate said, “Eat me.” Which first? She picked up the little hors d'?uvre and contemplated it. She could almost hear Maddie screaming in her head. Don’t do it! What are you thinking? It could be anything! Poison! A date rape drug! Allliiiiiiiiccce!

She defiantly popped it into her mouth and chewed. Honey, she’d been right about that much. Honey and pecans and cream cheese on a tasty little cracker. Yum.

She licked her lips and cleaned her teeth off with her tongue, looking at the other note.

The honey was still so sweet and bright in her mouth she hated to wash it away with wine. She’d never been much of a drinker.

Of course, she would drink it anyway, if that’s what Wade wanted her to do. She smiled and took a slow turn around the room, looking up at the red and white stripes of the fabric hung from the ceiling. It didn’t really look anything like it, but it made her think of Wade’s ‘Sanctuary.’ It had the same feel, the same vibe. The thought made her flush with warmth. The anticipation she’d been feeling upon getting Wade’s phone call returned as her fingers brushed the smooth, dark walls, her bare feet cold on the stone floor, wondering what came next. She probably should have been afraid-she knew Maddie would have been terrified-but she wasn’t. She trusted Wade, and he had brought her here.