Zade,your stalker, was holding a napkin with some sleeping drug against your mouth.The world was slipping away, your vision blurring as your strength drained rapidly. She fought against it, fought against the heaviness pulling her down, but her body betrayed her, going limp in his grasp.

Somewhere through the haze, she heard his voice. Smooth. Comforting. Terrifying.

“Don’t worry, little mouse,” Zade murmured, his tone disturbingly tender as he shifted your unconscious body over his shoulder.

“You’re safe with me now,” he said softly, as though the words were meant to reassure her. As though this was something kind.