Chapter 34

Della's POV

I stare in disbelief at the woman who is in front of me. She is the last person I considered when attempting to identify my kidnapper.

Frankly, the only person who came to mind was Harold; she wasn't one of them. What else would she be doing here, standing in front of me while I'm bound to a chair, unless she knows him and she's working with him?

I've only ever met her once. How will Alessandro react when he learns? That is, if he hasn't already learned.

"Surprised?"

Why the hell not! Why are you acting this way? Why would you take me captive? I must leave, Emily. I scream as wrath takes the place of dread in my body.

Why would I even consider doing that, you ask? She pulls a knife out of her pocket and spins it between her fingers as she laughs maniacally as she stares down at me with a big smile and her eyes sparkling with glee.

The hell? This woman is insane!

She puts the knife on the side of my neck, applying a little pressure, stooping down until her face is directly