KIDNAP, OR CLAIM.

XIMENA.

“The hell I’m coming with you!” I snapped, my voice slicing through the air like broken glass. Who the hell did he think he was? Superman?

His lips curled into that infuriating smirk — smug, arrogant, daring me to test him. God, how I wished I could wipe that look clean off his face.

But before I could even blink, he moved. In one swift motion, he grabbed me — lifted me like I weighed nothing — and threw me over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” I ...