ta

metres away from my temple which is torn slightly open and bleeding, thanks to his con assistant. It takes s

jacket and the rest of his body ripped all the way down. I don't dare look up to see his shimmering blue eyes watching me intently. I've never been this close up with a man I don't know —

as a slight dizziness rocks my brain. His hands slid cautiously around my waist, holding me firmly in place. I swallow, still not looking up, feeling vulnerab

the sharp line of his jaw, and above his upper lip he had shaved off his moustache completely but the dark shadow was still there. His hair was a stunning blond — almost fiery golden. I take my time before meeting his eyes because I'm aware of the instant

, his eyes have me transfixed, hot and bothered. There's no doubt that there's an unmistakable edge in them — a sinister sharpness which only draws m

his bottom lip unconsciously. Painful imaginations of what my life would look like after the thirty days are up flashes through my mind. Standing by an

else to say as I've acc

ze, unable to look at him any further. My cheeks are burning under his he

oul to him. I've already said

tching with a scarred expression as though h

e out hauls Uncle Patrick up from his seat and pushes him forward, causing him to stumble and fall face fl

ulls my uncle up and hoist him out the door,

g? You said you'd

the thirty days are up, you can have your sweet uncle

afraid that if he lets Uncle Patrick go, he might inv

enough for him to hear it. However, since his eyes are for

ist

re, he's nothing like the

to brush over my lips, over the edges, dragging them down to my chin. “H

. He means a

s. I don't still think you know what you've just gotten yourself into,” he licks his lips

look away and murmur bravely. “I can take whatever shit you brin

n life?” he raises

rs ago. I won't stop loving him no matter what offen

t Uncle Patrick. “All clear

e mansion and put her in a bedroom, with Ally as her sup

w I won't be needing them. I might as well dress in only white l

on't be any use for your rags,” he

ut

ward, the first goon pulls my arms and lock my wrists in a death grip behind me.

eter,” Kris

ps me out it on, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. Oh, how I wish to knock him out so bad. “

y to process things before l

hances of you bailing

my uncle for

, I can't risk the added scandal,” he urges me forward. “Now be a decent little girl and shut the

, huge men with shades lined up on both sides of the corridor, their stiff postures almost robotic. These are dan

ff kills me after the agreed thirty days and hides my bo

Kristoff steps forward with the wet blin

ng to throw it on the floor. “Please let m

“Therefore I'm the one calling the shots. I'm not abducting y

close it. This is pointless.

s when my hands fa

s though I'm being led to my execution and I grip the battered handrails for support. When I stumble against my foot, he whips out a hand to catch my arm, and s

many qu

ff's words that Uncle Patrick is at fault to heart. I

ging my stuff last night, so that means Kristoff isn't l

w the culprit. I need to find answers to my que