Salome’s POV
"You think someone is actually coming to save you?" Rosendo asked.
He moved toward me, his silhouette cutting through the pale moonlight and the thick ocean mist. He was smiling, but it was the kind of look that made my blood turn to ice. When he leaned down, the smell of stale sweat and grease hit me. He reached out and ran a thumb over my cheek. His skin felt slick and cold. I yanked my head to the side, the tape over my mouth making me choke on a silent sob.
Rosendo just laughed. He pulled his hand back and sniffed his fingers like he was smelling something expensive. He looked at me with a hunger that made my stomach turn.
"Nobody knows you’re here, Salome," he whispered, his face inches from mine. "You’re all alone."
My heart hammered against my ribs. Inside my mind,
