Pain flared through my wrist, as my eyes fluttered open, and immediately I noticed I was in a partially broken warehouse.
The coarse ropes dug into my skin, holding my arms tight behind the chair. Panic surged, my breath coming fast and shallow as I yanked against the bindings, but they didn’t budge.
My heart hammered as I looked up—and there he was. Martin.
He leaned casually against the wall, his eyes fixed on me like a predator sizing up its prey. The corners of his mouth curved into a slow, sinister smile that sent a chill racing down my spine.
“You’re awake.” His voice was smooth, too smooth, like oil over fire. “Good. I was getting bored.”
I forced the fear down and lifted my chin. “Lwt me go bastard or you'd be a dead meat” My voice shook, but I didn’t care. “Raphael will find you. And when he does…”
“Raphael?” Martin’s laugh cut me off mockingly.
“You really think he’s coming for you? That’s adorable.” He stepped closer, his shadow swallowing me whole. “Your precio
