Sage Pov

I sat in the cold, dimly lit room, trying not to lose my mind. The silence was the worst part—well, that and the constant reminder that Mark was out there, in Alice’s grip, doing whatever she wanted just to keep me alive.

And by whatever she wanted I knew what that meant.

I was going to kill that bitch.

My wrists ached from the zip ties, and my ankles weren’t much better. But I didn’t care about the pain, I cared about getting out.

Alice thought she had me beaten, but I ...