"What?"

Annabelle wasn't just shocked—she was gutted. Disappointed beyond words. She had been banking on that one window of freedom to slip away and maybe figure out a way to escape from this twisted setup. But it slammed shut before she even had the chance to peek through.

Richard turned with that same devil-may-care smirk carved across his irritatingly handsome face. He shot a knowing glance between Marc and Annabelle, clearly basking in her dismay like it was his favorite show on ...