Romain

After shoving the house key in my pocket, I fix my gaze on Yasmine, who's tied up and gagged inside her closet. She’s glaring at me and I don’t blame her.

I used her, after all.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “All I can promise you is that nobody will get hurt. This time, at least.”

She closes her eyes and tries to move, but I’ve wrapped her up like a present, and there’s no escaping for her. When I return—after I pay the Cinmerians a visit—I’ll set her loose.

I don’t ...