“Kidnappers?” He breathed, his eyes finally snapping away from the bandage to look at my face.

And I could see genuine fear in them.

“I was not lying, Ethan.

I was really kidnapped,” I said, still hurt that he thought I’d ever lie about a thing like that.

His stunned eyes watched me as he breathed heavily. “Leah…

I thought, you had—“ he could not complete his sentence because I cut him off.

“You thought what?” I hissed my anger from earlier flaring again.

“You thought I made everything up right?

That I’ll lie about being kidnapped,” I growled in pain, watching as he flinched from my words as if...