Elizabeth's heart raced as she was dragged from the dim room, hands tied tightly behind her back. Her uncle Nick had a vice grip on her arm, his steps steady as they maneuvered through narrow, hidden hallways.
Each turn only confirmed her fear that she had no idea where she was, let alone where they were taking her next. But her instincts told her something worse was coming, something that no amount of courage could protect her from.
They reached the garage-a cavernous, shadowy space with a black SUV waiting in the center. Nick's men, their faces impassive, stood by the vehicle, ready to transport her to whatever location her uncle had planned. The air was cold, sending a chill down her spine as her captors hustled her toward the car.
"You could've just stayed put," Nick muttere
