“Blake. Listen to me,” my kidnapper says. My captor. Not Rowan Miller, the man I fell for, but Nero De Luca, the man I don’t know. “I’m going to step out of the car and come around to your side.” His voice is low and steady. It infuriates me how he can sound so calm while he’s destroying my life. “Don’t run, and don’t try to fight me.”
