Chapter 7 The Escape Plan

• Theo and I entered the limousine, and the door slammed shut behind us. I sat as far from him as possible, but the space between us felt smaller than it was. Theo slid into the seat next to me, his presence pressing against me like a heavy weight.
• He leaned back, his eyes glinting as he placed both hands on my lap, making my stomach twist in discomfort. I froze, unsure of what to do, but my body instinctively shifted away from him, trying to create more space.
• Theo noticed immediately. His grip on my thighs tightened, a sharp, possessive hold that left me feeling trapped. “Don’t even think about it,” he muttered, his voice low and almost amused.