Chapter 441: Hostage

Olivia’s POV

"You have two minutes," the voice said. "Leave now, Lord Frederick, or both women die."

Frederick did not move at first. He stood like a statue, his chest heaving. His eyes burned red. I could see the war in him—anger, fear, something like pain.

"No," he growled. "You promised to hand over Selene."

The voice laughed softly. "And you are foolish to believe that."

The red light on Selene’s chest started to blink faster. I heard it—tick, tick—small and sharp in the loud room. My hands shook. My collar buzzed cold against my skin.

Frederick took one step forward. He looked like a beast about to break free. But the cartoon-like voice spoke again.

"Last warning," it said. "One minute."

Frederick’s jaw clenched. He looked at me once. In his eyes I saw something soft, a word without noise. He was coming back for us.

Then, with a hard look, he turned away.

He did not walk slowly. He ran. He did not look back.

The two men grabbed my arms roughly. One of them pulled a dark cloth over my face. Cold cloth. My sight went black.

They dragged me. Hard. My feet scraped the floor. My heart pounded so loud I thought it would break my ribs.

shoulders, on my arms. I felt the collar catch and tug. I felt the rope around Selene’s chair being cut as she was dragged along with me. The cloth pressed harder over my eyes. I could not see. I could not


floor of the car smelled like

My fingers closed around the knife hidden under my thigh, but my hands were tied. My breath came

beside me I heard the ticking of the

I prayed

began to move, and I couldn’t see where they were taking me. All I could do was wait and

My

out. They pushed us hard. I

us into a small room. The door slammed. My

I blinked. I looked

sat beside me on the floor. Her hair hung

at me. "Why did you come?" she asked, sounding

did not want to say

a deal with Frederick. If I go with them, he will let me go. He will


changed. Surprise flickered there. Then

fools?" she hissed. "How could you believe such?" She spat and

realized she was indeed right. Why did we not think this through? Damn

in a deep breath and relaxed against the cold wall as I closed my eyes, trying to communicate with my

scoffed. "Don’t bother... it won’t

and stared at her. It hadn’t been more than twenty-four hours

and the usual fire in her eyes was dim. She looked drained—weak—like

asked softly, even though I wasn’t

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