Kidnapped-2

Maeve's P.O.V.

Grayson dangled the black lace from his thick fingers, his dark eyes searching my face, waiting for me to break. He expected me to scream, to cry, or to blush in humiliation. When I remained stubbornly silent, offering him nothing but a cold, blank stare that masked the chaos inside my head, his arrogant expression faltered. He grew visibly annoyed, his jaw clenching as he tossed t