LILA'S POV

His car pulled into a penthouse garage, the modern space making a light sound with the soft hum of the engine as it came to a stop. The moment the car was parked, he turned to face me, his eyes cold, calculating, a silent command in his gaze. He nudged his head toward the door, an unspoken threat hanging in the air. "Step out," he ordered. It wasn't a request. It was a promis, if I didn’t move, he’d make me.

And after the incident with the knife just minutes ago, I didn’t need to think twice. Stubborn as I might be, I wasn’t foolish enough to test...