AMARA POV
“Zed?”
The name slipped out of me like a prayer.
My voice sounded weak, unfamiliar even to my own ears. I blinked hard, my vision swimming, and through the blur I saw a tall back retreating, broad shoulders, steady steps, walking away like he’d never been there at all.
I sucked in a breath. I must be dreaming.
My head throbbed as I groaned and pressed my fingers to my temple. When my eyes finally focused, I realized I wasn’t in that cold, cubic room anymore.
This room was different.
Simple. Clean. Too calm.
I pushed myself upright slowly, my body protesting, and then it all came rushing back at once, Roberto’s voice, the masked man, the boat, the rail….
Killer...My chest seized.
“I was sold,” I whispered hoarsely.
Panic slammed into me, sharp and sudden. I scrambled of
