Camilla’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as her legs pumped furiously against the ground. She had been running for what felt like forever, her heart hammering against her ribs like a prisoner desperate for escape. The men chasing her were relentless, their footsteps pounding behind her, closing in fast.

Her body screamed for a break, but she couldn't afford to stop.

Not when four hulking men were hell-bent on dragging her into their car.

She darted through the narrow path between old, abandoned houses, praying she’d find a busy street—hell, even a stray dog to bark and alert someone. But her luck ran drier than a desert. The road...