Mia’s breath came in sharp bursts as she stumbled through the Parisian streets. Cold rain soaked her clothes, sticking her hair to her face as she darted around a corner.
Footsteps pounded behind her—heavy and fast.
Her pulse hammered in her ears. She had seen the man watching her from across the café that morning. His gaze had lingered too long, the dark glint in his eyes setting off alarms.
She twisted into an alleyway, her breath fracturing. Her heart slammed violently against her ribs.
“Come on,” she whispered, her voice ragged. “Think—”
A hand shot out from the dark.
Mia screamed—just as the world spun violently beneath her feet. A rough cloth was shoved over her mouth. Her scream cut off into a sharp gasp.
Her vision blurred. Hands tightened painfully around her arms. Her feet
