"Harris!" Ashton’s voice came through the phone, cold and menacing.

Weirdly enough, hearing him made me feel... safe?

I wanted to yell, “Get me out of here!” but I forced myself to stay calm. The more freaked out I looked, the more power Harris would have over me.

Harris just chuckled, setting the phone on a stand before casually grabbing his wine glass, like this was some kind of twisted FaceTime hangout. “Your girl’s quite the catch—so beautiful, so charming. ...