❦ Rosalind ❦
I am going to kill him. For real this time. No speculation, no third party, and with my very own hands.
I cut my screaming short, remembering that I was tied to a bed on his vast estate that crawled with men loyal to him. No one was going to save me. Certainly not Enza. She calls him master, and that tells me all I need to know about where her loyalties lay.
Tugging did no good. The knots were tight and true.
The doorknob turned. And my captor walked in.
“Untie me. Right now,” I hissed the moment he was all the way inside.
I didn’t have time for this. I wanted to be in my own home, unbound and surrounded by people who actually smiled.
He sat on the edge of the bed, observing me with his bottomless gray eyes.
“You’re feisty for a traitor.”
“That’s because I haven’t be
