“You don’t get to just call for help,” he continued, voice low and lethal, “not when you’re in my world. And not when I know exactly what you’re trying to do.”
Desperation collided with anger, and Lena’s hands clenched into fists. “I’m not— I’m not anyone! I’m not… your father’s… You are making a mistake… I mean…” She choked on her words, the impossible situation crashing down around her.
Zayn’s gaze narrowed. “Stop stammering. Face me.”
She did, trembling, eyes wide. And he could see it — the fear, the defiance, the desperation. It was intoxicating. Dangerous. Maddening.
“This damsel in distress act ends tonight,” he said quietly, stepping closer, his shadow falling over her. “You are not leaving this island. Not until the agreement is signed. Do I make myself clear?.”
She swallowed
