“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Talia said.

After Mark’s big reveal the night before, Talia had been left to sleep off the effects of the sedative he’d given her.

The fucking bastard.

He’d locked her door so she couldn’t get out and the window was too far from the ground for her to escape that way. Not without breaking something, anyway. Which Talia wouldn’t have minded, except with the way she’d been feeling, the thing that got broken might very well be her head, and she was kind of attached to it being in one piece and remaining on her shoulders.

So Mark had stalked her and...