Chapter 89

Kent moves around the table, and to my surprise, he takes a key out of his pocket and slides it under the metal table. A mechanism snaps, and I feel a sudden give to my handcuffs as they are

released from the table.

Before I can pull away, Kent grabs the chain between the cuffs, taking control of my actions. He says nothing as he starts moving towards the center of the room, pulling me roughly along with him. When we reach a spot where a short chain is bolted to the floor, with an open padlock at the end, Kent stops.

He slowly brings my manacled hands close to his face, my body pulled close to his. “On your knees, Fay,” he says, firm..

My mouth hangs open in disbelief. Why? I try to speak, to question his demand.

“I said,” he says, his brows knitting cruelly together. “On your

knees.”

Slowly, my earlier courage abandons me, and I begin to sink to my knees as Kent lowers his hand to allow me to do so. I find myself resting there, my knees on the cold cement floor, my arms. stretched above my head, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Kent lowers one knee to the ground, maintaining eye contact with

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  1. me. Then, slowly, he raises the chain from the ground, wrapping it

    links of my handcuffs and sliding the padlock closed,

    perfect circle. I look down, realizing that I am

    trapped, and

    up at him as he

    his voice

    all over you. My father

    this family’s power by being

    logical.”

    his hands into his pockets,

    at the waist, bringing his face

    dead by the time I

    open slightly, and I watch as his hands clench into

    his pockets. “So when you tell me,” he

    you as someone I trust, without

    him, but my movement is limited, my neck reaching its breaking

    asking me, then, Fay,” he says, taking another step,

    like a fool.”

    forward, my heartbeat and breath quickening. I can’t see him, don’t know where he is. I listen intently, needing to know. Startled,

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    his voice very close to my

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    you think I’m a fool, Fay?” his voice is a whisper, sending a shiver down my spine as his

    Then, I had the power, the information he wanted, the ability to provoke him with my words, actions, and body. But now,

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