Tonia's POV
Bradley dropped to my eye level and seized a fistful of my hair with brutal force.
"Let's discover exactly how long you can maintain this charade, Tonia. I find myself genuinely curious. Don't you?"
He vanished from the room for several minutes before returning with a composed demeanor. The crimson stains had been wiped clean from his features.
By then, I had managed to stand upright, pressing my spine against the cold wall with my arms folded tightly across my chest. My mind raced through countless escape scenarios, each one more desperate than the last. Kermit had to be searching for me by now.
"What exactly do you have planned for me?" I gestured broadly around the space. "How long do you expect to hold me prisoner here? I have obligations."
Without a word, he moved toward the elaborate wine collection where he poured himself another generous serving. Those glacial silver eyes never left mine as he savored each deliberate sip.
