Chapter 59
Taken
**Mary's POV**
I couldn't breathe.
Elijah stood in front of me, alive, real, and smiling like a predator who'd finally cornered his prey. Behind me, Stella held the gun with shaking hands, but her finger was on the trigger.
I was trapped.
"Stay back," I warned, my voice stronger than I felt.
Elijah laughed. "Or what, Mary? You'll scream? Go ahead. No one's coming."
He was right. The alley was empty. Silent. The warehouse was a block away, but it might as well have been a mile.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, stalling for time. My eyes darted around, looking for anything I could use as a weapon. A pipe. A brick. Anything.
"Why?" Elijah tilted his head. "Because Andrew took you from me. Because you were supposed to be *mine*."
"I was never yours," I spat.
His
