Cracks in His Armor

Vivienne’s POV

I froze, my body locking as though even the smallest twitch would get me killed. My heart was hammering so violently it felt like it was trying to rip its way out of my chest. The gun pressed cold and unyielding against my temple, the kidnapper’s arm pinning me tight against him. His breathing was harsh, uneven, hot against the side of my face.

But none of that terrified me as much