Chapter 25

8. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk

Strangely, a sense of disappointment wrenched her guts, but she masked it off with a sharp laugh.

“Really? You're letting me go. What happened to your big talks about my punishment and keeping my mouth shut?” She asked, her eyes flickering between the ajar door and his stoic expression.

He only strolled to the other end of the room to grab his pack of cigarettes and then lit one.

“Aren't you happy to leave? Anyone else would have fled by now.” He said idly, leaning his weight against the window before he pushed it open and puffed out into the air.

Ciara's mouth only parted to form words that didn't make it out as she walked backward.

“I don't trust that you won't shoot me if I turn around.” She admitted, her heartbeat thudding in her ears.

With his back to her, he swept his tongue across his teeth as he spotted the rustling of leaves in the woods.

“If you know where you�