“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.”