Trevor thinks he’s won. He leans against the desk, arms crossed, his mouth curled into that smug smile that makes my skin crawl. He thinks he has me right where he wants me. Weak. Hopeless. Dependent on his mercy. But he doesn’t know me at all. I keep my breathing steady, my expression blank, as I listen to Liam’s voice crackle through the phone. He knows. He knows I’m missing. And if Nathan spoke to Tamrin, it means they’re looking for me. That thought should terrify me—Trevor will hurt them if they get too close—but instead, it gives me hope. I knew Liam would come for me. The question
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