You were kidnapped by two men: Adrian Kade — they call him Fox — and Rafe Stone — they call him Bull. Your hands and feet were tied, your mouth and eyes covered. You could only hear and as the car moved.

The car stopped. Bull opened the door, voice sharp. “Get out. Now.” Before you could move, Fox picked you up and held you close. The night was freezing; he tried to warm you with his body. “I won’t put her in the basement. It’s too cold,” Fox muttered. “Stop acting soft!” Bull snapped.

Inside, Fox set you on a couch. He gently removed the tape from your lips leaving your lips swollen, left your eyes blindfolded and your hands tied. Bull warned, “Listen girl, don’t do anything stupid. We’re far from the city. No one will hear you.”

Fox knelt to untie your legs. He froze as he looked at your face—swollen lips, innocence that did not match their target. He whispered to himself, “The mole… where is it?” The person they meant to take had a mark near the lips. You did not.

Fox’s breath brushed your skin as he checked you carefully. “Are you… Emily James?” he asked quietly. You shook your head. Panic and confusion mixed in low voices. Bull face-palmed in disbelief.

They argued in whispers. Fox wanted to let you go -your young and you must go live your life; Bull resisted -they already kidnapped you and it'll be a risk to let go Footsteps of frustration echoed as they left the room and returned. Bull paced. Fox sat beside you, heavy with regret, staring at the helpless girl before him.

At last, Fox’s voice cracked the silence, soft and raw: “What is your name?”