EMILY
The bed was too soft. I could feel silk sheets underneath my fingers. I was wrapped in a duvet thick enough to smother an elephant.
My head pounded and my cheek burned where the intruder had backhanded me. My wrist throbbed. I sat up too fast and the room tilted.
This wasn’t Leo’s hotel suite.
I swung my legs off the bed. Cold marble bit my bare feet. I was wearing an oversized black T-shirt that almost swallowed me whole, definitely not mine. My waitress uniform was gone. My phone was gone. My pepper spray was gone.
My stomach dropped so hard I thought I might throw up.
I have been kidnapped
The man with the horribly familiar voice must have taken the phone while I was passed out in the alley. Leo’s voice in my ear had been the last trick my brain played before everything w
