Kayla.
A tight, dry lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed hard, trying to force down the sudden surge of adrenaline.
This was it. This was exactly what I had been waiting to hear, the very words I had prayed for.
It was the perfect, golden opportunity that had eluded me for so long, finally presenting itself. I needed to get close. I needed a single, unguarded moment to be near enough to strike, to slip beneath his defenses.
Yet, as much as my heart screamed to seize it, I knew I couldn't accept his offer too quickly. To yield without a fight would look suspicious; I had to play the part of the reluctant captive.
Whore? The word echoed in the silence of my mind, but it failed to sting. Honestly, I couldn't care less what he thought of me, nor did I care about whatever arrogant n
