I gasped as I turned back to him; he was watching me intently, and I could see he was relishing every moment of my horror, which I absolutely despised.

"Unwrap the gift for my woman," he commanded, and I turned to see the men unwrapping the man's face. It was indeed Felix, all beaten up, with blood dripping from his face.

My eyes widened in disbelief; no, this couldn't be happening. Felix was suffering because of me. I was the one who had gone to his house, the one who wanted to use him for ...