I scrambled backward until my spine hit the wall. Five men spread out between me and the door, blocking any escape. Ronan moved slowly around the unit, running his fingers leisurely over the filing cabinets.

My phone. It was in my pocket, but if I reached for it now, they'd see. They'd take it. I pressed my palms flat against the floor, trying to steady my breathing.

"Don't panic, Camila. He won't hurt you," I whispered to myself.

Ronan picked up a file folder, flipping it open. His eyebrows ...