BETRAYAL
Miranda notices me looking, and she lets out another laugh, this one darker, more dangerous.
“No one’s coming to save you, darling,” she says, almost like she’s enjoying my desperation. “This warehouse is in the middle of nowhere. No cell reception, no prying eyes. It’s just you… and me.”
The way she says it sends a shiver down my spine. I can feel the power she has over me, the way she relishes it. She’s in control here, and she knows it.
But then something shifts in her expression, like she’s just remembered something. Her gaze flicks to the shadows, and I freeze. There’s someone else here.
A figure steps forward from the darkness—a man, tall and broad-shouldered, with cold, calculating eyes. He doesn’t say anything, but the sight of him sends another wave of panic crashi
