“I have the feeling that I need to use the restroom . . .” I murmured those words to Zavier — I could mind-link with him, and he responded by nodding.
I try to escape him, but he grabs my hand unexpectedly.
I can physically feel the terror in my chest.
I am starting to entertain the possibility that I am the woman they refer to over the phone, but I want to make sure.
“Tell me,” Zavier stated with his deep voice.
I don’t want it to appear to him that I am frightened.
I didn’t move an inch, and all I wanted to do now was cry. If he finds out it is me, I will most likely die at his hands.
“It’s possible that you’re currently gripping her skin. I was interested in seeing how you were going to remove her skin while I was watching because—”
“Give me her full name. Put an end to your exc
