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Terror overwhelmed her. She was trapped in Kross’s hands and there was nothing she could do about it.

“That’s right.” He caressed her face with the knife, the sharp edge pressing into her skin. Not deep enough to cut but intimidating enough to keep her as frozen as a statue.

If she moved the wrong way, that knife would lodge in her throat.

Kross knelt on one knee, pressing his body into her side. He smelled like cologne, like sunny days on his private yacht. She guessed he must have taken a bath before he decided to yank her out of his dungeon.

His brown eyes were ringed with thick lashes that bounced slowly, lazily. As if he had all the time in the world. He leaned closer, pressing his thin lips against her temple before pointing the knife there.

She shivered from fear and revulsion.

“It would be so easy to kill you,” he whispered, letting his tongue dart out and lick her ear. “I could snap your little neck before anyone even noticed.” He leaned back, his lips quirking up. “Would you like me to do that?”

The question was posed in an innocent, casual voice. He might as well be asking if she’d like ranch with her salad or eggs for breakfast.

“No,” Jewel croaked.

“Are you sure?” Kross arched an eyebrow. “Because I wouldn’t want to do anything without your consent.”

“I’ll stop fighting.”

“Good, girl.” He patted her on the head. “Remember who you belong to Jewel. I don’t want to have this conversation again.” The radio squawked and Kross whipped his head that way. “We’ve got to move. Now.”

He grabbed her elbow and jerked her up. Too scared to cry out from the pain, she clamped her mouth shut and stumbled behind him as he led her through another hallway.

As soon as Jewel got inside, he slammed the door closed and turned the lock. Kross ran a frantic hand through his wet hair and pointed to her. “Turn around.”

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

Jewel slowly spun on her heels. A few moments later, she heard something beeping and then the whirr of a machine. Unable to hold her curiosity, she glanced over her shoulder and found Kross standing in front of the bookshelf.

Only it wasn’t a bookshelf.

It was a door.

“Cool, right?” He winked at her. “Come on.”

Jewel took her time walking over. Kross loped to her side and dragged her forward, tugging her through the cramped hallway. The secret door closed behind them with a thud.

They were thrown into darkness.

Kross seemed to know where to go and led her confidently into a room that held several cars. “My old man was paranoid; God rest his soul.”

Jewel wasn’t sure what to respond to that so she didn’t. Her only chance of escape was growing smaller by the minute.

Someone save me .

But hope dwindled to nothing when Kross stuffed her into a car, started the engine and drove off in a clean getaway.

30

Finn watched Carrie walk around the fancy living room. Silver moonbeams slid through the curtains and shed soft light on the thick sofas and fancy flat screen. He moved carefully, searching for signs of Kross.

“I don’t think he’s here.”

“Me either.” Carrie tossed her long ponytail over her shoulder. “Did you check downstairs?”

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