Chapter 33
The zip ties shouldn’t have been a surprise, but they were. So was the fact that they had been used to secure her wrists and ankles to a high-backed leather chair. She hadn’t been gagged or blindfolded, but there was little relief to be squeezed from that small detail, especially since all her protests up to now had fallen on deaf ears, and seeing where she was only made her heart beat faster. Beth was sweating, and it wasn’t sexy. The only thing keeping her from a full-blown panic was the knowledge that Santiago would have already put a bullet in her if he knew anything. The fact that she was still alive meant there was still a chance she could get out of it. Maybe. Beth swept her gaze over the study. Everything had been covered in dim moonlight that night, and she hadn’t had the
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