Never underestimate your enemy

Relief flooded Monique's system. The image on the screen confirmed it – help had arrived. A surge of adrenaline shot through her, pushing her to her feet.

She had to get to Sahara, to make sure her daughter was safe. But before she could take a single step, a vice clamped down on her hair, yanking her back with a brutal force.

"Where do you think you're going?" Boyd snarled, his voice dripping with menace. He tossed her aside with a contemptuous flick of his wrist, sending her crashing at Constance's feet like a discarded doll.

Monique landed with a harsh thud

Pain flared through Monique's body, momentarily stealing her breath. But the agony paled in comparison to the terror that gripped her as Constance, filled with a cold fury, a vicious glint in her eyes, raised her foot and delivered a vicious kick to Monique's ribs.

The air whooshed out of Monique's lungs, a strangled gasp replacing her cry for Daniels.