Prue stood in the bathroom, gripping the edge of the sink until her knuckles turned white. She couldn't believe he was doing this to her. She stared at her reflection, makeup smudged, updo half-collapsed, eyes glassy with unshed tears of frustration. What had she done to deserve this? And who the hell did Nate think he was?
"Damn you," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself.
She'd trusted him enough to attend that wedding, to stand beside him while Honey and Grayson exchanged vows, because he had promised to sign the papers, and this was how he repaid that trust, by kidnapping her to some godforsaken island in the middle of nowhere? She knew he wouldn't hurt her or take her without her permission. But he had taken away her choices because they didn't align with his.
She
