James’s booming laughter radiated an aura of evil. He was truly like a madman, overjoyed at being able to threaten so many people with just a single hostage.

Zia was completely frozen in place, able only to swallow nervously. Her gaze was unfocused, but she desperately hoped someone would come to her rescue before she collapsed under the pressure James was putting on her.

The sharp tip of the knife was pressed firmly against the skin of Zia’s neck. The slightest movement would cut her. Just breathing was a struggle for Zia because of her fear.

“James, don’t do anything to Zia,” Eric pleaded. His face was filled with panic....