_Lisa's POV_
Rylan inched forward. His hands were slightly raised. His voice was calm, but I could hear the strain in it. It was as if he was forcing himself to stay composed.
“Please… don’t hurt her,” he said. “Just tell me what you want. If it’s money, I can give you more than you have ever dreamed of.”
The man holding me chuckled, but it wasn’t amused; it was dark and cold. The kind of laugh that crawled under your skin and made your blood freeze.
“No,” he said slowly, his breath brushing against my ear. “I don’t want money.” His grip tightened, and the blade pressed deeper into my skin. Pain flared through me. I gasped as warmth began to spread from the wound, trailing down my neck like a slow and sticky trickle.
“I want her,” he added.
What…?
What did he just say?
My heart ski
