Frustrated by this realization, Davey acknowledged the harsh truth.
Seeing no further use of Raegan, he lifted his foot off her.
His expression disdainful, he commanded, âSet the temperature to minus sixty-two degrees.
â
Raegan was shocked! She gasped in disbelief.
This was his method of finishing what he hadnât managed before.
He intended to freeze her to death.
Watching Davey stride toward the exit, Raegan realized she had one last opportunity.
Once he left the room, her fate would be sealed.
How could she muster the strength to fight for her life? She didnât want to die.
She was determined to live, to rescue her mother, and to await Erickâs arrival.
With Caseyâs face in her mind, Raegan suddenly called out hoarsely, âDavey Glyn!â
Using his full name grabbed his attention.
As expected, he halted and turned to face her.
Raegan bit her tongue, tasting blood, which brought a sharp clarity and calm.
Her voice raspy from dehydration, she challenged, âHave you ever considered whose child I am?â
Daveyâs expression shifted to shock for a brief moment.
Raegan noticed this and sensed she had made some progress.
The next part of her plan was critical to her survival.
Without giving Davey time to ponder, she pressed on, âMr.
Glyn, given your intelligence, youâve probably figured it out.
You know, my brother Erick and I arenât biological related.
Didnât you ever question why my dad would adopt a boy instead of having his own?â
Davey laughed dismissively.
âAre you trying to suggest youâre my child? Clever, but Iâm not naive enough to believe such a tale.
â
With that, he turned and walked away, clearly unconvinced.
Raegan collapsed onto the ground, motionless, conserving her body heat to extend her survival.
This wild theory was a desperate invention on her part.
Davey was smart, yet not without his vulnerabilities.
His Achillesâ heel was her existence as proof of Caseyâs âinfidelity.
â He wanted her dead because he viewed mother, Casey.
But what if she were actually his daughter? How might that change things? How would he react.
.
He couldnât be that heartless, right?
Though Davey had departed, it didnât mean Raegan had lost.
A seed of doubt, once sown, might flourish into endless turmoil.
Raegan was betting on Davey being tormented by his doubts, ensnared by the trap she had laid.
She had to remain alive until help arrived.
She must survive.
After exiting the room, Davey faced Casey, who was unable to speak or even change her expression.
His look was stern.
On the surveillance screen, Raegan could be seen lying in the cold storage, an image of despair.
Davey watched Raegan for a prolonged moment.
Unexpectedly, his heart, usually only moved by thoughts of Casey, felt an uncharacteristic twinge of distress.
Davey turned his eyes away, calming himself in whispers.
At first glance, he had pegged Raegan as astute.
The things she said and her actions were unreliable.
Surely, this was a snare she had laid for him.
Casting another glance at Casey, Davey remained silent before suddenly dropping to crouch, seizing her shoulders, and jolting her with force.
âCasey, are you hiding something from me?â