Ella.
The sound of a woman screaming for help abruptly wakes me from my deep sleep.
It’s been a week since we came to Landon’s Estate and I have heard no one scream or seen anything I shouldn’t until he kidnapped Barry.
The first thing that comes to mind is Jess, but the voice sounds completely different.
Jumping from the bed, I open my door and head to the stairs when I get there and I see the foyer I. freeze.
Guards forcefully drag a younger woman along, her pleas for freedom echoing through the air.
Desperately begging, she pleads, “Please, somebody help me! They’re going to kill me!”
I doubt Landon would ever harm her. However, the memory of his furious gaze and his grip tightening around my throat resurfaced.
No, I can’t let this happen. It’s not right. I will hate myself if I
