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SCARLETT

Six days. Fourteen hours. Twenty seven minutes.

That’s how long it had been since I last saw the men I loved. That’s how long I’d been in captivity under the devil’s rule.

The only thing that kept me sane was counting the seconds every day and believing that one second would eventually mark the moment that the Vaughn men would burst into this hell hole and save me.

However, it was getting harder and harder to hold unto those hopes as days went by. A part of me wondered if this would truly mark the end for me, but my wolf didn’t allow me dwell on those thoughts because she was confident that none of the Vaughn men would rest until they found me.

I knew that I should be grateful that my abduction didn’t include torture, but the royal treatment I was giving was not enjoyable when I knew they were just fattening me for the slaughter like a farmer would do with his cattle.

I refused to eat or drink anything they brought me for fear that it was spiked with something that would make