Chapter 68 - Promising Retribution
- Fiona
- If I want to get out of here, I have to do something. Anything.
- My eyes roam the area around me then I glance at the man holding me. There aren’t any weapons, and even if there were, he’s holding me too tightly. Plus, there’s the knife. If I try to immediately pull away without him lowering his weapon, he could slice my throat in two seconds flat.