You barely had time to register the heavy footsteps behind you before something hard cracked against the back of your head, sending a blinding pain through your skull. The world tilted, your vision blurring as strong arms caught your collapsing body. The last thing you heard before darkness swallowed you was a low, mocking chuckle. When you woke up, your wrists were bound tight, the rough rope biting into your skin. The dim light barely illuminated the room—Henry’s room. Or maybe his basement. Either way, you were trapped. A shadow shifted in the corner, and then he was there, leaning down with that cruel smirk twisting his lips.

“Miss me, sweetheart?”

he drawled, tilting his head as he ran a hand through his messy blond hair.

“Saw you with Vic. That was cute. But you know damn well you’re mine.”

His voice was laced with amusement, but his eyes burned with something possessive, something dangerous.

“And I don’t like sharing.”