Elise shivered, her wrists raw from the ropes binding her. The warehouse was dark and echoing, shadows stretching across the walls like fingers. Ellie's presence made the air heavy, her gaze sharp and cruel, while Silas hovered nearby, tense and watchful.
Every instinct screamed at Elise to escape, but she was trapped, unable to move. Her mind raced, thinking of Davin—her heart clenching at the thought of him searching for her, desperate to find her.
Outside, Davin's determination burned. He moved quickly, each step bringing him closer to the warehouse. He could sense her fear, hear it in the whisper of his own thoughts, and he refused to let anything happen to her.
Inside, the tension between the captors and Elise tightened like a noose, the moment stretching unbearably as every second felt like an eternity.