I rose without thinking.
Lewis's hand tightened around my wrist instantly.
"Elena," he warned softly, his voice low but firm.
Maybe it was because I saw myself in her.
The way she trembled. The way she looked cornered. I knew that feeling too well. That helpless rush when your body wants to run but your legs refuse to obey.
For a second, I forgot everything.
Forgot Elena. Forgot the trap we were waiting for. Forgot that stepping out would expose us.
But I didn't move beyond standing.
I couldn't risk it.
The man was closer now. His pace was relaxed, almost lazy. A faint smile curved his lips.
Even through the window, I felt it.
Danger.
The woman's tears slid down her face. Her voice broke as she spoke.
"Please… let me go. I'm begging you."
He bent down slightly and lifted her chin with his fingers.
His voice was deep. Smooth. Cruel.
"I prefer it when you beg in bed, Rosy," he murmured. "Come back with me."
Rosy.
