Letting out a shriek, she turns to the men behind her and nods, indicating they can start rolling, but I don’t care. They could record this all they wanted. If my assumption was right, then Denali was somewhere in the same building that I was. Or somewhere nearby. There was no way that Nadia would l
[Denali’s POV] I jump up while ignoring the pain that radiates through me and look toward the two men, who are still keeping their equipment fixed on me. Frowning, I examine the cameras until I see a red flashing light and know that they are in fact recording everything that is going on. “What do
[Rosco’s POV]My head pounds, and my body feels like I’ve been hit by a mac truck. Groaning, I pry my eyes open and find Nadia’s smiling face hovering over me.“Good morning, sweetie,” she beams, reaching out and brushing my cheek. “I was beginning to wonder when you were going to wake up.”“You!” I
With each of her words, I feel myself growing sick as I realize just how much I have truly betrayed Denali. Not only did I allow her to fall into all of this from the very beginning, but now I had even touched another woman while she was goddess knew where.“Where is she?” I ask when this thought hi
[Denali’s POV]The sound of sniffles and the feel of fear press against my skin, drawing me from the blissful oblivion that I’m stuck in. As the world appears around me, so does the pain of my injuries, which are still fresh.Hissing, I pry one eye open to take in the area around me. There’s brick w
[Rosco’s POV]“What is this?My eyes scan the crowd in front of Nadia and me as we step out into the day. There are so many reporters that I’m sure this is yet another trick of Nadia's, but why would she do something like this when she was technically still a criminal on the run?“Our announcement o
“So you’re suggesting that I should have simply gone along with her selfish whims? She made a choice to do all those things; no one made her. How you can sit here and defend a person like her is beyond me.”“She…” Byron begins but stops as a sob rips through him. “She wasn’t herself. She…”“Showed w
[Denali’s POV]I’m not sure how much time passes while I’m being held captive; a day, maybe two, could even be three. The only sense of time I had was from the meals that were delivered—well, if you could call it a meal. Stale bread and moldy cheese with water. Just enough to keep those being held a