Amelia’s stomach dropped. Every muscle in her body locked tight as the thought slammed into her—she was about to be kidnapped. And if she didn’t fight, didn’t do something, who knew what would happen to her?
Her pulse thundered in her ears, panic clawing its way up her throat. How the hell had she ended up in this situation?
“Whatever you’re thinking, don’t. I’m not here to hurt you—though, honestly, that would be fun, even if my brother would end me… I’m here to save you from some very bad people.”
Her face wrinkled in distaste. “Ugh… just the thought of being a savior sounds so disgusting.” She pulled a repulsed face, as if the very idea left a bitter taste in her mouth.
“Who the hell are you?” Amelia managed to choke out, her voice trembling between fear and defiance.
“Are we still
