"Keep moving," Ethan growled, his heavy hand pressing hard into the small of my back as he marched me down the secure island corridor.
Red emergency sirens blared from the ceiling overhead, flashing across the cold stone walls in rhythmic bursts of light. Directly behind us, four armed mercenaries marched in tight, military formation, their boots hitting the ground in perfect unison. They held their tactical rifles lowered, trailing us like a lethal escort. Only ten minutes ago, these exact men had been sent to kill me. Now, they followed Ethan’s commands without question.
My wrists burned against the tight velvet cord Ethan had bound them with before dragging me out of the stateroom. He had tied the thick red rope around my wrists in a tight knot, forcing my hands together in front of m
