I woke up with a start, slowly urging my eyes to come to focus, and I blinked.
I was lying on the floor, my cheek pressed against the cold, hard concrete with both my hands tied securely behind my back. I groaned and looked up only to see Alexei staring straight into me with a rather smug look.
He was also tied up. But he was on a chair.
Where’s my chair?
“I know you’re in love with me but there’s really no need to worship at my feet,” he teased, his lips stretched into a crooked smile and I heaved myself up, struggling to get loose from the ropes binding my wrists together.
“Stop smiling, you dolt,” I hissed. “We just got ourselves kidnapped.”
He chuckled softly at this, his face void of any sign that he’s even worried about what happens when the door behind him opens. “What the he
