"I know it's hard to believe me right now-and that's okay. We've got all the time in the world later."

"Sylvia, don't hate me. I never wanted to be this person, but I didn't get a choice."

Sylvia frowned, picking up on the hidden meaning in his words. "Who gave you a choice?"

Warren didn't answer. Instead, he stood up, crossed over to her, and swapped her untouched steak for the one he'd already sliced.

"Eat. Don't be stubborn. Uncle Rupert might let you have your tantrum, but not me. What I want, I get. And what I can't have... I'd rather destroy than let anyone else-especially Rupert-get it."

He smiled as he spoke, but there was nothing warm about it.

The way he cared for her was real, but so was his hatred for Rupert.

Sylvia glanced at his hand pressing down hard on her shoulder. "How am I supposed to eat like this? I'm not going anywhere, am I?"

Warren waved a hand at the bodyguard, who let her go.

He pushed the plate closer and gave her a warning look. "Sylvia, don't try anything. No one knows where you are not even Uncle Rupert. No one's coming to save you."

He ruffled her hair, not unkindly. "Be good. Just listen."

Sylvia glared at him, pure fury in her eyes. But in the end, she sighed, picked up her knife and fork, and started eating.

She had to eat.

going to get the strength she

finally comply,

their guard down, Sylvia twisted the knife in her hand and slashed Warren across the

hesitate-blood welled up where the knife

never said I was waiting for Uncle Rupert to save me. Tell your

smirked. "Sylvia, did you forget?

on a plane, you can't just fly anywhere. There's a flight plan-you have to talk to the

desperate, dragged Warren toward the cockpit,

the door, a sharp pain exploded at the back of her head. Her whole body went

time to see a woman-a golf club in

Fiona Carmen.

Haven't you messed things

pain radiating through her skull, and Warren caught her before she

even colder. "I warned you, Sylvia. There's no escape. Do you really think could just use a private jet to spirit you away, all by

"You"

stared at him in disbelief as a certain name

voice dropped, sinister and low. "You figured it out. That night back

Rupert would to

trusts one person. Who else@ould help me come and

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