Chapter 68

•KINLEY•

I was sitting on a chair, my feet bound and my wrists tied tightly to the window. I had already been here for twenty-four hours.

Talon had brought me to a small apartment, it appeared that everyone in the building had something going on, no one had even looked out when I screamed.

I watched him as he busied himself in the open-plan kitchen as if this was extremely normal to have someone tied up as your prisoner.

"Do you want something to eat and drink?" He asked as if I was a willing guest.

"No." My face hurt from where he had hit me, and I could feel the swelling.

"You need to eat. It's not good for the child if you don't eat."

I frowned slightly, wondering why the hell he was acting as if he cared about Gianni's baby.

"Talon, cut the crap. You don't give two shits about me or this baby."

He looked up at first before he walked over to me with the kitchen knife in his hand.

He crouched down in front of me, "That's not true. I love you." It was strange, gone was the rage-fille