Mira Ashford POV
“He’s crazy… completely crazy… How did I end up in his hands?”
“Good. You came. You’re already obedient.”
His voice was calm, but there was a twisted edge to it, a slyness that made my stomach burn with fear. I swallowed hard as he walked toward me, the cigarette between his fingers moving with a sick kind of confidence. His eyes behind the glasses were eating me alive, like my whole body was a show made just to entertain a psychopath.
He lifted his head slowly. And his face… damn it. That face carried something dark, something wrong, something that planted a cold seed of dread deep inside me.
I let out a shaky breath and stepped back. I moved toward the table in the room, where a file and a wrist strap were placed. I didn’t care what was inside the file.
Suddenly, h
