The moment the door slammed shut, the car lurched forward, speeding away.

Miley was squeezed between two burly men in the backseat.

She fought back a few times, but it was ultimately in vain.

“Who are you people? This is kidnapping!”

The man in the passenger seat didn’t even turn around.

His voice was flat.

“We’re just following orders.

Cooperate, and you won’t be hurt.

Miley scowled, darting a glance at the men flanking her.

She knew arguing was pointless.

She didn’t lose hope, however.

would notice she

friends had to find her,

watching the cityscape shrink as the car sped towards the

‘s BunnyBookery

felt like hours

out and onto

the yacht sputtered to a stop beside a

warily, suspicion blooming

of the island itself; it sprawled across

men ushered her off the yacht

the grand gates, Miley spotted a woman seated

in her sixties, her pale hair styled impeccably

a traditional dress, an emerald necklace, and a simple bracelet completing

to place

never met anyone like her

the coffee cup on the table with

off and turned to

she

hope you don’t mind

remained standing, her gaze fixed on

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