Chapter Six
“Who are you?” I managed to ask after I caught my breath, which wasn’t easy, given that my abductor was apparently jumping over a bunch of ruts. Or at least, that’s what it felt like from where I was slung over his shoulder. “Why are you doing this? And who’s Victor?”
“Do not play games with me. It will get you nowhere.” The man’s voice was deep, with an Irish twang that sent little ripples of pleasure down my spine despite the fact that he’d just kidn*pped me. I tried a kick of my legs, since my arms were plastered to my sides inside the bag, but he slapped my behind. “None of that.”
“Hey!” I yelled through the bag, spitting out a bit of material that was in my way when I inhaled. “Stop touching my behind! I will not be mauled by anyone, least of all a brutish kidnapper.”
