Chapter 130

“Where…” The word was a dry rasp. “Where are you taking me?”

“Somewhere safe, kitten,” Vance murmured, his lips brushing my temple.

“Somewhere he can’t touch you.”

He. Sybil.

“No! I have a plan!”

My fingers met only the smooth fabric of my dress.

Panic, cold and absolute, seized me. I patted frantically, my mind refusing to accept it. It had to be there. It had to be.

A low, mocking chuckle cut th