Hazel's breath came in short, sharp gasps. The world around her was black and suffocating, the rough cloth tied around her eyes pressing against her lashes.
Her wrists ached from the ropes, though they weren't tied painfully tight—just enough to remind her that she wasn't free , and definitely not safe.
Her knees on the floor as someone shoved her forward. The air smelled of rust and damp wood, like the inside of an old building. Somewhere in the shadows, a door creaked open, and footsteps approached—measured, deliberate, predatory.
Her heart froze. That physique. She knew it.
As the blindfold was fell down a dimly light stabbing her eyes. Hazel squinted, then blinked rapidly as her vision cleared—and her blood turned to ice.
" It's you!".
"Mr.Angard…"
The name slipped from her lips before she could stop it. He was leaning casually against a wooden pillar, his tall frame wrapped in a dark coat, his eyes gleaming like a predator in moonlight.
