*Lila’s POV*

If I was a lesser person who didn’t care about the past friendship I had with Leo, I would’ve done all the things you were supposed to do when trying to get away from your kidnapper. Bit, kicked between the legs, gouged out the eye, punch the throat, things like that.

I was rapidly losing that care the longer I was pinned to the wall, quickly spiraling from panic to panic-attack.

“Shh! Lila—Lila, please! Let me explain,” Leo begged. ...