TILLY POV “The first day I saw you standing in the middle of a field of wildflowers, I had to have you because you were like the wildflowers to me. Vibrant. Colorful. Beautiful. Wild but innocent from the beauty. I needed that in my life. I needed you.” I stared at the vase of wildflowers. Daisies. Wild cosmos. Sky Pilot. Purple fringe. Sunflowers. All of the flowers you found in the high country back home. I plucked out one of the sunflowers and turned to face him. “The problem with picking flowers like this is that they will always die no matter how pretty of a vase you put them in.” I caressed the drooping bright yellow petals, an ache blooming in my chest. “You picked me, and now I’m trying to find the sunlight, but there isn’t any around.” ~*~ I planned to spend my Christmas break catching up on chores around the house and maybe even read a few good romance novels. That was until Zadeyn St. Peterson showed up on my front doorstep. My captor. A dangerous man completely obsessed with me and would burn down the entire world if I asked him to. He’s killed. He’s threatened to kill. He wants me to submit. He wants me to love him. He wants me to scream his name and break me all at the same time. He’s a psychopath. And I’m trapped with him on an island in the middle of the ocean.