PROLOGUE
ABIGAIL
“I will kill her now—” Paul Grimsby c****d the gun, the sound of it making me jump. “—or you can save her. You decide.”
He had the look of a man not to be trifled with. Tall and lean, he seemed as if he’d been stretched on a Medieval rack. His curly hair was tamed with pomade, and the cut of his suit was the latest fashion. But he was anything but a gentleman. Especially since he held a gun to my friend’s head.
I glanced over my shoulder at the man, one of Mr. Grimsby's oversized and brutish lackeys, who blocked the room’s only exit.
“What…what is it you want from me, exactly?” My voice was shrill with nerves. Sweat trickled down between my breasts. I wrung my hands as my knees practically knocked. I hadn’t been invited to the Grimsby house, I’d been accompanied by th
