Elizabeth felt her heart skip a beat. Her mind was racing. She felt whoever had their hands over her eyes stood close behind her.
They were in the parking lot. People could see them, if she screamed people would come out, and Sawyer and Francesca would be right back anyway.
She remembered what Sawyer had told her a number of times already, that if she was ever in danger, he would know it. He could probably see what was happening anyway.
She spoke with confidence, hoping that whoever was f*****g with her would be convinced by it and less likely to hurt her.
“I suggest you let me go before my fiancé gets back, or you will regret this with every fibre of your being. He really isn’t a guy you want to piss off.”
The man laughed.
“That’s adorable. But actually, I’m counting on it.”
She
