Makayla sat on the edge of the plush couch. She rubbed her wrists and glanced at where Ren Lu had stepped over to the bar. Her fingers caressed the watch still strapped to her wrist. She had been terrified Ren Lu would remove it when he had tied her wrists together, but he had tied the bindings slightly above the watch.
Her gaze scanned the time. It was after twenty-one hundred hours, almost five hours since they had arrived at the park earlier this afternoon. Folding her hands together, she watched Ren Lu pour a glass of red wine. He picked up the glass and walked back to her.
She stared at him when he held it out before reluctantly reaching for it. Their fingers briefly touched before she pulled the glass toward her. She didn’t take a sip of the wine, afraid he might have drugged it. H
