Seona’s POV
Davis stripped me of my coat before wrapping my arms behind the chair and binding them together, before stepping back. I wriggle my hands that are tied behind my back with wire that cuts into the skin covering my wrists as Davis paces in front of me, the knife now tucked into the back of his belt.
A couple of candles flicker on the coffee table, the only source of light in the room, the two flames casting shadows into the corners of the room that intensify my feeling of fear.
‘You left’ he mutters bitterly, ‘how could you do that to me, do you know how worried I was? Coming back to find you gone? No note, not even a phone call to tell me where you were?’
I stare up at him in bemusement, is he serious right now?
‘I was in hospital Davis’ I reply coldly, ‘because you put me
