Chapter 10

Faith prepared herself to grab the steering wheel. She would rather die than be kidnapped for whatever evil purposes a CEO would kidnap a person for.

Her mind moved rapidly, reminding her of every bit of alarming information she'd heard on the news; from sex rings to strange rituals. She would do down swinging, and take the bastard with her.

Devlin glanced at Faith. He must have seen the mad glint in her eyes because he finally deigned to say something. "Calm down, will you? I'm just taking you to your d*amned hostel."

It took a moment for his words to register in Faith's half-crazed brain. "What?" She said slowly. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I'm a gentleman?" He scoffed.

Faith responded with a scoff of her own. Gentleman, indeed. If he were a gentleman, then she was the pope.

"Doesn't seem right to leave you to make your way back this late when I can just drive you home."

Faith squinted at him suspiciously. What did that mean? That he was trying to be nice. She don't think he