Scarlett's POV
"Leave for where?" I asked, my voice thick with panic. "Is he taking me back to the rogues? To my real buyer?"
She didn't answer. She simply set the tray down and gestured toward the bathroom. A cold dread settled deep in my stomach. In sixty minutes, I would be back in that black SUV… heading toward a destination only the Goddess knew.
I forced myself to eat, knowing I would need the strength. Every bite tasted sour in my mouth.
I showered quickly, dressing in a fresh set of clothes the maid had left—a thick sweater and sturdy boots. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The bruises on my cheek were healed, but my eyes… my eyes looked different. There was a flicker of something in them. Not hope, exactly, but a desperate need to survive.
Exactly one hour later, the door opened. Ethan stood there, dressed in a sharp charcoal shirt, looking every bit the breathtaking man I remembered.
"Ready?" he asked, his gray eyes scanning my face.
