Gwyneth smiled knowingly. She wasn’t blind to it. She’d known how Kieran felt about her for ages and was waiting for him to admit it..
She spent the next few days at home.
Gwyneth went out to take the trash one evening, unaware that a man was hiding behind the bin. After tossing it out, she turned around, and the man sprayed
behind her.
Her body went weak, and she passed out. When she woke up, she found herself tied up on a rooftop. The biting wind cut right through her.
Liana sat across from her, legs crossed, watching her with an eerie, menacing stare. She had lost a lot of weight since her imprisonment, and her eyes carried the weight of everything she’d endured.
Behind her was a man who looked about 70% like her, wearing a plaid shirt and looking a lot younger. Gwyneth figured he had to be her brother, Hugh Quayle.
“Awake now?” Liana clapped her hands when she saw Gwyneth open her eyes.
She took Hugh’s pocket knife and approached Gwyneth, who seemed lost. Then, she seized Gwyneth by the chin and slashed a cut across her face.
“Gwyneth, did I ever mention that you’re as good as dead once I’m out?”
Gwyneth winced as the blood from her right cheek ran down her face and dripped onto her pants. She looked around and saw no high–rises in sight. They had to be in the suburbs.
“Let me go, and I’ll forget what happened today, she said.
Liana sneered and pressed the knife against Gwyneth’s throat. “You’ve finally landed in my hands. Do you really think I’ll just let you go? How about a little game?”
Liana snapped her fingers, and Hugh set up a stand, propping his phone to film her and Gwyneth.
Gwyneth gave a puzzled look. “What are you trying to do?”
Chapter 16
