YILENA HOLT POV

Kaiser was the one behind the door.

My heart skipped, then started pounding, every beat of it drowning out the pain from before.

"How..." I started, my voice trailing off as I slowly moved toward him.

"I told you I was going to make him yours, didn't I?" She asked drawing my gaze from Kaiser. "I always keep my word."

I turned to face Kaiser, my mouth drying at the sight of him.

He was firmly secured against a heavy wooden St. Andrew's cross bolted firmly at the center of the room. His arms were stretched high and wide, wrists bound tightly with thick black leather cuffs...