—Mabel—

A shiver coursed down my spine.

The so-called nurses stalked closer— one cracking his knuckles. Like executioners, they grabbed my shoulders and pinned me to the bed.

“No! Let me go,” I cried. “Alec. Alec!!!”

Angelina burst into laughter. “You can shout, honey, but he’ll never hear you.” She leaned in, her smirk widening like one of those possessed Hollywood dolls. “Didn't I tell you? Men like him always get bored of women like you.”

“No!” I thrashed. “Stay ...