Bonjour Paris.

"I'm truly sorry," Ander breathed beside me. He's been saying that over and over again for the past one hour. Now as we both sat, the only passengers in his New Jet with his hand firmly around my waist, I couldn't help feeling a bit angry.

"You know, it'd be best if you just explained things to me," I lifted my head off his thick shoulder. "Why did you kidnap me? What right have you in keeping me with you? Where are you taking me and why?"

He grew rigid as I prattled all these. The Jet was gradually wounded up the ground. "I think it's best if we don't discuss all these till we arrive,"

I was not convinced. "Look if you don't tell me what all this is about, I promise I'll scream out loud once my feet touches the ground," I threatened furiously.

Brute won't budge.

He leaned back smug. "You aren't that feisty are you? You didn't look this headstrong when I first saw you," his grip around my waist tightened.