Naomi’s gut twists thinking about how crazy she must look to him. And at the same time, guilt feels her up because she wished that her dark knight, her captor, would come at this very moment and take her away.
She clenches her jaw to prevent herself from frowning. And it takes every ounce of will she had not to run away and betray the agreement. But a part of Naomi always wants to do the right thing. A girl on her wedding day should feel perfect, and nothing about this is perfect. When she thought about how her kidnapper told her Vance didn’t want to pay a ransom price for her, leaving her to her captors for them to do with her as they wish.
Naomi, for the first time, felt nothing but hostility for Prince Vance. She was leaving one set of shackles for another, and probably worse.
