(Helen's POV)
There's no doubt about it.
The universe is really against me.
Every plan I make—no matter how carefully plotted, no matter how fool-proof—they always fall apart. Crumble to nothing. Leaving me more worse off than before.
Something always goes wrong.
I'm sitting in the back of a van. Hands zip-tied. Mouth gagged. Head pounding where they hit me when they grabbed me outside the warehouse.
Men in dark clothes. Professional. Silent. Grabbed me before I could run.
Threw me in this van. Drove for what feels like hours but was probably only thirty minutes.
Now we're stopped. Somewhere. I don't know where.
I lean my head against the window. Close my eyes.
Kidnapping Charlie was supposed to be my counterattack. My revenge moment. My way of regaining control of a game that ha
