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Michael had struggled the entire way. They were separating him from Shea and he was not having any of it. However, he was also aware that they werenât be opposed to hurt him, so he quieted finally once he was on the floor. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and considered the situation they were in now. This was bad. This was the risk of keeping all of the important people in one place. âIs everyone okay? Any injuries?â He asked after what felt like forever, voice quiet but loud enough for everyone in captivity to hear. âIf you need something, weâll find a way to get it.âÂ
It was the bite of a blade against the exposed flesh of her neck that woke Bianca with a start. While the skin had remained intact, the knife threatened to slice with ease, the way one would to butter. A scream bubbled in the back of her throat, threatening to rise and part form her lips. But a strong hand found her mouth, stifling the scream. Panic gripped the duchess, cold and shocking, coursing through her veins. What happened next seemed like a blur and yet, Bianca was vividly attuned to every detail. She was dragged out of bed, her limbs failing in a feeble attempt to resist. Iâm going to die. It was such a clear, logical thought that itâs frankness chilled her. Bianca was thrown into a room, her body colliding with a few others, but she settled herself in the corner, content with the darkness and supposed-cover. After what seemed like an age, an accented voice sounded to the far right of her. âWill we?â Bianca made a noise at the back of her throat, something close to a snort. âBecause I need some champagne, something illegal and a night with Terry Crews if Iâm going to die like this.â



















