Sandy's POV
"So? Are you really still thinking about my brother?"
Zayden asked again, his voice carrying that deceptively casual tone that barely concealed whatever twisted satisfaction he derived from this question.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, despising how he lounged in the opposite corner of his Bentley's backseat. The sight brought back unwelcome memories of when he first dragged me to his estate as his captive.
"Why do you keep hammering at this? Does tormenting me give you some perverted pleasure?" I turned away, fixing my attention on the blur of trees rushing past the window.
For three consecutive days now, he had started these journeys toward the Elaine family territory. Each time, halfway through, he would order the driver to turn back to that isolated mansion on the city's edge.
