“Enough.” He released me roughly. “You talk too much.”

“I’ve heard that. A few times, in fact.”

He ignored me, turning away and stalking toward what looked like a makeshift workspace against the far wall. “Your boyfriend should be getting my message any time now, and then the real fun can begin,” he called over his shoulder.

Numbly, I stared at the back of his average, round head.

Jax would come—that wasn’t even a question. But he’d be walking into a trap if he did, and given how much this guy seemed to know about him...

I had to do something.

Carefully, I shifted position. If I angled my wrists in that crafty way that Jax had taught me…

And, ugh.

This could take a minute.

Apparently, even if armed with The Blade’s zip-tie escape hacks, there was a bit of a learning curve. And what if I didn’t have time to get myself free?

But maybe...

I scanned the room.There. A piece of broken glass, possibly within reach if I could scoot back far enough.

Shifting again, I began to inch toward it. I moved as quietly as I could since the Villain was still so close, but even slow progress was better than no progress.

I kept my eyes on my captor as the concrete scraped my legs, biting back any sound of discomfort.

I could do this.

Ihadto do this.

I refused to just be the bait in this scenario. That was always part of the plan, but not thewholeplan. It was supposed to be a team effort, one that included backup, and Doritos, and…

Jax.

Chris.

My eyes stung with a sudden rush of unshed tears, but I blinked them away.

Damsels cried.

I was Luna Wilde—coffee shop owner, vigilante team member, and jovial pain in the butt.

And I was going to help save myself,thank you very much.

The glass shard was closer now.

If I could just sneak a little bit closer…

“I wouldn’t do that.”

I froze.

The Villain hadn’t turned around, but somehow, he knew exactly what I was doing.

“Can’t blame a girl for trying,” I said lightly.

He glanced over his shoulder, and that ghastly smile was back. “No. But I can stop you.”