Chapter 768

The rooftop wind whipped around Lena like it was trying to slice her open, stinging every inch of her exposed skin. The blindfold over her eyes was tight, her hands and feet bound. "Where am I?" she croaked, her voice shaky, barely louder than the howling gusts.

Her head felt foggy-drugged, obviously. But who'd done it? And why?

The height alone, with the wind howling this loud, told her she was up high. Like, skyscraper high.

Silence. Not even a whisper back.

She wasn't sure what was worse-the idea of being totally alone or that someone might actually be lurking out there.

Then-clang! A beer can hit something nearby, the sound sharp enough to make her flinch

hard.

"Who's there?" she demanded, twisting toward the sound. "What do you

footsteps, Slow. Uneven. Each

want?"

jerking away from the sound, though

farther, you'll fall right off," a man drawled, his voice low,

Lena froze..

fingers scrambled over the surface beneath her-a ledge, smooth and narrow. The realization hit like a punch to the

locked her in place.

was toast.

"Who are you? Why'd you

let out a

tugged at something buried in her memory. She knew

spun, scrambling to place him, when his voice cut through

my wife and

gut punch. Lena's breath caught

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