Jasmine POV
“Sean, where are you?” I whispered as if I was hiding, afraid that someone would catch me. To make the acting more effective, I sobbed in between words. It was a little too real. I could hear Sean’s breathing change on the other end, quickening as if he could feel my fear. I was never good at acting but had to play the part though.
“Jasmine?” Sean sounded frantic and full of concern. “Did he hurt you again?”
I sobbed again, letting the fear of everything—of the situation, of Tania, of the dangers that surrounded us—take over just enough to sound believable. “Sean, I—” I forced a tremble into my voice. “I can’t know how much longer I can take it. Reagan, he’s losing it. He’s hurting me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d rather die.”
Reagan’s eyes locked on mine, his expressio
