Chapter 209
FAITH
A pain throbbed through my body, a deep, unrelenting ache that seemed to settle in my bones. My head pounded viciously, the worst of it concentrated where I’d been struck. I wanted to lift my hand, to press against the sore spot and try to ease the pain, but I couldn’t. My wrists were bound.
A sick feeling coiled in my stomach as I darted my eyes around, taking in my surroundings. This wasn’t what I expected.
I had braced myself for something grim: a cramped, windowless cell, dank air, the pungent smell of mildew. That was what kidnappings looked like in the movies. Instead, I lay on a bed. A real bed. The mattress was soft, the sheets smooth against my skin. The room itself was well–furnished, too neat, too comfortable. The contrast made my skin crawl.
My breath caught, my chest heaving up and down too rapidly. Whatever this place was–deceptive and pleasant–it didn’t change the fact that I’d been kidnapped. I was a prisoner.
The question was -who did it?
Eliza? Nathan?
The very mention of them sent an icy shiver coursing through me.
The room was too still, too quiet; the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken threat. I could feel my heartbeat pounding against my ribs as I struggled to keep my breathing even, struggled back the growing panic clawing its way up my throat.
Then, the door creaked open. I stiffened at the sound, my pulse skyrocketing as I jerked my gaze that way. And there he was.
Nathan.
He strolled in like he had all the time in the world, hands tucked into the pockets of his expensive slacks, his expression unreadable. His presence filled the room, suffocating, charged with an unnerving calmness that made my skin prickle.
A slow, knowing smile curved his lips as his sharp eyes raked over me.
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