I tried to pull myself away from that killer and call for help, but I was too weak to manage it on my own.

"What?" he said, still holding me like he cared, yet his voice spoke another language—one dark and twisted. "You want to call your sugar daddy for help?"

Innocently, I nodded. He was the only name ringing in my head. The only help I could hope for. The only savior that I knew never failed me. "I... Aldrich! I want Aldri—"

A sharp pain shot through my back, cutting my breath. I was losing my child. I was losing my life. And that was the most terrifying...