IV

n open them. My head was spinning, and the sharp pa

little light from the window peering in. I forced myself t

d happened. The strong grip on me, the needle that had pierced into my

other's life hanging on a deathbed. But here I was, tied in

ards, feeling my back touch the wall. They were back. What

far as controlling my heavy breath

en. Maybe they were here to end my life. A gun to my head with the trigger pulled w

th them? The more important question I had in mind wa

. I didn't open my eyes, not even when I

ur eyes,

sky, authoritative voice. I gritted my teeth, my anger arising then drop

the chandelier he had turned on. I squinted for a few seconds then glanced around,

k at

lips quivered as I met his gaze, struggling to spill out the right words. I tried to find a wea

ould force out. I needed to beg fo

first two buttons of his sleeves were unbuttoned, exposing his hairy chest and a tattoo I couldn'

e tightly. This man was touching me,

his tone, making me shudder slightly. I shook my head,

s scent- a mixture of cedar and s

"I also need

rease with worry. What did he mean? What di

osity in my eyes, and he pull

the search fo

. What had Isabella done to get chased by armed men? They had

voice. My wrists were starting to hurt from the tight rope, but my h

ce in his eyes, noticing the change in his tone as he returned his gaze t

rtà? What was that? And why was I the

break free from the tight grip of the ropes, it was hurting,

ou're not going to di

relief at all. It only

th daughters flashed through my mind, "I came here to find Isabella, to tell her.

e getting into. I'd never have l

re of everything that was happening, broke my spirits. I might never see her again. Migh

tenance. Even though I had expected him to feel sorry for m

His tone was fierce and scary, but eyes were scarier. I didn't wish my enemie

could do. I was trapped. I had trapped mysel

ppens t

ntil your sister is found, you're never going to leave. Be prep

sed as a pawn, a tool. And it was all because of t

nted. It bothered me. Because all my life, I'd done nothing but keep myself fo

thumped in my chest. He was alerting them

His eyes went directly to my wrists, still held firmly in place.

y, if I could guess correctly. She looked exactly l

red, beckoning at her, "You know what to do. Giv

alked closer to me, her eyes staring lovingly at mine. I couldn

. I no longer had control over it. What could b

bound. I winced out in pain. Everything was awf

it- the e

l, old lif

il, and the first thing he to