LILITH

The moment I saw the face of the person who dragged me inside, my heart plummeted.

It had been a trap, after all.

“Brandon… what are you up to?” I glared up at the disheveled man who’d thrown me onto the thick carpet.

Instead of answering, he crouched, rummaged through my bag, and pulled out my phone.

After fiddling with it—likely switching it off—he met my gaze and chuckled darkly, flinging it onto the nearest sofa.

“We’re in a hotel. What do you think I could be up to?”

Dread curled in my stomach. His actions already gave me the worst guess. Still, I clung to a sliver of...