“Breathe and drink this.”
Someone presses a drink into my hand. I do as I’m told and take it. Two swallows and I down the liquid. Flames lick the back of my throat but I don’t flinch. Just welcome to biting distraction for what it is. Liquid courage.
“I need to leave. I don't belong here.”
Sylan growls, runs a hand through my hair, ruining the bun Nikki styled for me. Long blonde hair falls to my shoulders and it’s in his hands. Fingers buried deep, he clutches me close to his chest. My heart rattles and I can’t breathe.
Green eyes turn so dark I can see my reflection stare back at me.
“You still don’t get it." His tone turns cold, ruthless. “Get one thing through your head, Ms. Kane. Until we get what we want from your father, you’re ours to do with as we please. You’re o
