“Besides, if you do run, I will find you. And when I find you…” He trailed off, giving me one of his infamously callous scowls. “Well, it’d be a crying shame. A woman so young. So pretty.” “I’d call the police,” I threatened. “Please do,” he encouraged. “You are complicit in every single thing I’ve done to secure your mother’s spot at the experimental treatment. Would you like to know how many laws we’ve broken together, fiancée?”
