Chapter Thirty Two

The light blinked red like a pulse. It was the only color in the sterile room.

Evie's breath caught in her throat, shallow and shaky against the gag that was now pressed into the corners of her mouth. He didn't want her using her voice until it was time. Her wrists burned from the tight cords cutting into them and her ankles were numb. The chair she was strapped to was bolted to the floor.

The camera was directly in front of her and it was professional-grade. She didn't know much about cameras but could tell that it was too sleek to be cheap.

Did he equip himself with the money he had extorted from her?

Harsh lights bore down from either side, turning her pale skin waxy and damp. Sweat tickled her spine, but she didn't flinch.

From behind the camera, Callum hummed softly, then clicked something. The red light blinked faster now.