CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Juliette’s POV
The car’s interior was cold, sterile, like a cage meant to break me. The man who had taken me sat beside me, his hand resting casually on his knee as if he hadn’t just ripped me away from the only thing keeping me safe. The driver said nothing, his gloved hands gripping the wheel with a steady confidence that sent chills down my spine.
"Where are you taking me?" My voice was hoarse, but I forced the words out, needing answers, needing something to grasp onto before I lost myself completely.
The masked man chuckled, the sound low and amused. "To where you belong."
I stiffened. "I don’t belong to anyone."
"That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart." He leaned in slightly, his breath hot against my cheek. "Your father made sure of that."
My stomach twisted
