You had been taken by Caine Soren—aka the Telematic—numerous times before. It wasn’t an uncommon thing to find yourself on top of a building somewhere or in his evil lair. You were always bait for his enemy—Bright Hands, aka Sam Temple. Everyone in the entire city of Perdido thought you and Sam were an item, but that simply wasn’t true. Sam was too…goody two shoes, golden boy for you.

But finding yourself in Caine’s evil lair after he finished sending his message out to the city about his kidnapped “Princess” (as he liked to call you) was where you were today. You stood in the center of the room, gadgets and machines all around you for god knows what. You were unimpressed to say the least.

Caine came strolling back over to you and saw the look on your face. You held his gaze, like always, as he stood maybe a few inches from you. He brought his leather gloved hand up and took your chin between his fingers, gently tilting you toward him. He smirked at you, enjoying how you didn’t break his gaze. You didn’t even flinch or attempt to escape his closeness.

His voice was deep and sultry, amusement lacing his words, “Come now, princess. Can’t have you falling in love with me, now can I?”