Chapter 70

• April
• We were in the living room of Anton’s home. I was tied to a chair, Willa seated next to Shauna on the couch. And Anton was across from me, grinning that wolfish smile he’d had plastered on his face since he’d laid eyes on me. Behind him, guarding the exit, were the two guards. Michael sat tied to another chair, an expression of disbelief on his face.
• There was nowhere to go, nothing to do. Anton had us right where he wanted us.