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I turn in time to see a smug look on his face, before one of the men grabs for me.
“No!” I yell, kicking out with pure instinct. I make contact with his shin, and hear him curse, before another one grabs me from behind. “Let me go! What are you doing?” I yell, struggling in panic. I manage to slash at this guy’s face with my nails and make a break for it.
But I don’t get far. There are too many of them, surrounding me, dragging me to the ground and pinning me face-down, my hands yanked painfully behind my back.
“Let go of me!” I yell, shaking in fear, but they ignore me. I’m bound with some kind of zip tie, and hauled to my feet, dragged towards the back of the van. “You can’t do this!”
But they can.
“Stop!” I scream, but no one listens. I’m half-carried, half-dragged into the van, and strapped down to some kind of stretcher, binding snapping shut at my ankles and around my waist.
I struggle, but it’s in vain. I can’t move. I can’t run.
I’m trapped.
Sebastian strolls closer. “You can see, she’s in quite a state,” he calmly says to one of the men. “She’s a risk to herself and others.”
“Let me go!” I howl, but they ignore me.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Wolfe,” the man nods. “We’ll give her a full psychiatric evaluation.”
That’s when I see the writing printed on the scrubs of the man nearest to me.
Larkspur.
Oh God.
The place they sent Scarlett. The one Sebastian himself described as pure hell. He’s sending me there? Panic consumes me, and I gasp for air.
“You bastard!” I scream, still struggling with everything I have. “How could you?”
Sebastian is walking back to the house, but he stops at my ragged cry. He turns, and slowly strolls back to the van, leaning in through the open doors, so his face is just inches from mine.
Cruel. Cold.
The monster I always knew he was.
“Nobody fucks with me.” Sebastian says slowly. Calmly. “Whoever you really are, you’ll rue the day you tried to take me on. No one is coming for you. Your life is in my hands now. And I will get my answers.”
He backs up and the door slams closed. The engine starts.
I’m still reeling, strapped to the stretcher, when I feel a sharp prick in my arm. I turn my head to find one of the orderlies emptying a syringe into me. I struggle and writhe, but it’s no use.
Sebastian’s right.
Nobody is coming for me—because nobody knows I’m in trouble. My secret mission has backfired in the worst possible way. There’s no hope, no way to talk my way out of this.
I came here to destroy him, but I’m Sebastian’s captive now.
