BRITTANY'S POV
I was talking to him casually again and I could see the look in his eyes. Anger…it was the first time I saw his eyes express any emotion.
Did I tick him off that much? What was he going to do this time as punishment?
But he shouldn't blame me. It was hard to speak respectfully or avoid being rude.
Why on earth would I be polite to a man who kidnapped me and has humiliated me time and time again?
‘Um…Brit, that's usually how it works. You don't want to get killed, do you?’
I frowned. I hated her. That snarky little voice that was always right, and now was one of those times.
I guess it was common logic to be polite to a kidnapper and do everything to placate them. Who knows? They could get a change of heart and let you go.
Yeah, right. I glared up at Zayne, there was
