My wrists twist in the cuffs harder, body trembling, my panic clawing at my chest. The metal doesn’t give.
He tilts his head. “Wanna see a real trick?” His eyes remain fixed on me as he reaches down, retrieving...
The rope.
I go still.
Chapter 30
Charlotte
I’m in trouble.
I yank on the door handle.
Nothing.
I slam my palm against the glass. My other hand scrambles for the lock.
Where is it, where is it—
My fingers hit plastic. No button.
Broken. Gone.
My stomach drops.
Slowly, like I’m already bracing for something horrible, I turn my head toward him.
Riser is watching.
Completely still. Completely calm. A cat watching his mouse stuck in a corner with nowhere to go.
A smile curls on his lips.
“Uh... this isn’t funny,” I whisper. My throat tightens, the words barely scraping out.
He doesn’t even blink.
“Jokes aren’t part of this.”
I shudder.
“Unlock the door.” My voice cracks. “I want out.”
He tilts his head, a sliver of amusement in his dead eyes.
And hebarelyshakes his head.
I go cold. Ice rushes through my veins.
He’s not letting me go.
“Riser,” I whisper, panic rising like bile. “Stop.You’re scaring me.”
He grins.
“Good.”
