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Evie takes a step back and shakes her head. “You actually believe it too. That’s fucked up.”
“It’s a good thing I don’t care what you think.”
“So why are you still here then? Because your sense of hospitality is shit.”
I make a low choking noise and turn my back on her. With my hand on the knob, I pause. “Tomorrow, I’ll let you know what I come up with.”
“You mean the rules of my imprisonment? Can’t fucking wait.”
“Good night, Evie,” I grind out before yanking the door open and slamming it shut behind me.
I rake my fingers through my hair and march down the hallway. I pass Felix and Lexi, two of Isaiah’s security members, on the way. Both of them give me hard and meaningful looks as they brush past and disappear.
I already know I’m in over my head.
Not only have they kidnapped the wrong woman, but we’ve also somehow ended up in the middle of it all. Clearly, Isaiah has plans for us that don’t involve a fancy dinner and negotiations.
You need to get out of here and fast before Isaiah ends up with a trail of bodies, including yours.
On the way back, I duck into the room I was pushed into and glance around. There are three beds pressed against each other, and Pierce is already trying to figure out how to jimmy the window open.
Cory, on the other hand, is pacing, a thin sheen of sweat covering his forehead.
“What the hell, man? Please tell me this is Isaiah’s idea of a messed-up joke.”
I shake my head and kick the door shut. “It doesn’t look like it. It looks like he's decided that the best way to get Governor Coombes into business with us is to threaten his family.”
Pierce stops trying to jimmy the window and looks at me. “What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know. All I know is we need to get the fuck out of here before Isaiah decides we’re all expendable.”
Without me in the way, nothing would stop Isaiah from taking over the company and gunning for every last politician in the country, especially if he is allowed to operate unchecked.
The sooner we leave, the better it would be for all of us.
EVIE
After spending the better part of an hour pacing with my hands clasped behind my back and my stomach twisting into tight knots, I come to a complete stop in front of the window. Angrily, I yank the curtains open, only to come face to face with metal bars on the other side of the glass.
Bastards.
They really have thought of everything.
Down below, there is a garden. It stretches out as far as the eye could see, with thick willow trees on either side and a gravel path in the middle. I swallow, take a step back, and let the curtains fall back into place. Then I begin to pace again, this time muttering under my breath.
What the fuck am I supposed to do now?
Through the slit in the door, I see an armed man and woman, standing with their backs pressed against the door and a blank expression on their faces. With a frown, I scramble back, rake my fingers through my hair, and blow out a breath.
Think, Evie. Think.
Obviously, they want something from me.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have locked me inside a lavishly furnished hotel-style suite. With that in mind, I circle the room again, this time pausing to examine the walk-in closet, filled with clothes that were a size too big, a white tile bathroom with a marble tub in the center, and shelves upon shelves of books. Finally, I come to a stop in front of the fireplace and stare at the TV above it, grimacing at my own haggard reflection.
What has my grandfather done now?
I turn the matter over and over in my head, but the harder I try to solve it, the more my head aches. Eventually, there is a slight ringing in my ears and a pounding in the back of my skull that sends me toward the large king-sized bed. There, I throw the sheets back and collapse onto the mattress with a loud squeaking noise. I stretch myself out, bring two fingers up to my temples, and press hard.
