Celeste’s POV
I hadn’t moved from my spot on the floor.
I couldn’t.
Ever since that psychopath had calmly explained what he intended to do to me, my stomach had been in knots.
Every time I closed my eyes, I could hear his voice.
You will be mine.
The thought made bile rise in my throat.
I would rather die.
There was no way in hell I was ever going to let that man touch me.
I pulled my knees closer to my chest and tried to concentrate on something—anything—other than the terror clawing its way through me.
I wanted to go home.
I wanted my bed.
I wanted my dogs.
I wanted my family.
But more than anything…
I wanted Jamie.
“Jamie…” I whispered into the empty room. “Where are you?”
Then I heard something.
I froze.
Voices.
Shouting.
Footsteps.
Lots of them.
My heart began p
