Blindfolded, gagged, and bounded, Lacey was dragged into a dark room and thrown harshly onto the cold floor, eliciting a pained grunt. Disoriented and terrified, she tried to make sense of her surroundings, but the oppressive silence offered no clues.
Suddenly, a faint voice pierced the darkness, sending a jolt of fear through her. "Lacey Hook, is that right?"
She whipped her head toward the voice, her heart pounding in her chest. With a trembling voice, she managed to ask, "Who—who are you? What do you want from me?"
No answer came, only the ominous sound of heavy footsteps approaching. She flinched as someone yanked off her blindfold, and her eyes met the cold, menacing glare of Devon Wallace—Ethan's father. In that moment, Lacey knew this was going to be about Kenneth and his whereabouts. Kenneth had confided in her about the Wallace family's ruthless determination to eliminate him, fearing that his relationship with Ethan would tarnish their family's reputation.
Devon scoffed, shaking his head. "Let's make this quick, little miss. I know you're very close to Kenneth Rowe so I know that you know where he is. If you know what's best for you, you'll tell me now."
Feigning ignorance, Lacey tried to keep her composure. "Who's that? I'm sorry, sir, but I have no idea who Kenneth Rowe is."
The room fell silent, the tension thickening, before Devon erupted into a fit of hysterical laughter. Rising from his seat, he strode to a corner, grabbed a stack of photos, and hurled them at Lacey. As the pictures scattered around her, she glanced down, her blood running cold—each image captured her and Kenneth together.
"There's no reason to lie, Miss Hook. We've already done our research," Devon said, his tone cold and devoid of compassion. "Don't waste my time anymore and tell me where he is."
Lacey felt a wave of fear wash over her. The thought of Kenneth in danger terrified her, but she knew she had to protect herself and Nerewin. "He did stay with me," she stammered, her voice trembling, "but he's already gone. I don't know where he went!"
In an instant, Devon's hand shot out, squeezing her face with a brutal grip. "Bullshit!" he spat, his voice filled with fury. "You better start talking, little miss, because I am not in the mood for games."
Despite the terror gripping her, Lacey refused to back down. "I told you... I don't know where he is—"
Before she could finish, a sharp slap sent her crashing to the floor. Blood trickled from her nose and mouth, the sting of the blow radiating through her face. Tears welled up, but she was resolute. Even if she knew Kenneth's whereabouts, she would never betray him, especially with an unborn child involved. But her defiance was met with another wave of brutality. Devon yanked her by the hair, eliciting a pained scream before smashing her head against the floor. Darkness overtook her as she lost consciousness, blood pooling beneath her, staining the carpet with crimson.
One of Devon's henchmen stepped forward, glancing down at her limp form. "Sir, what's the point of keeping her here if she won't talk?"
Devon smirked, a twisted sense of satisfaction in his eyes. "It's fine. Her brother will get the message, and soon enough, Kenneth will come running to find her."
Another henchman approached, his voice cautious. "What should we do with her, sir?"
Devon sighed, waving a dismissive hand. "I couldn't care less. She's just bait. Do whatever you want, but keep her alive until Kenneth shows up."
"Understood," they responded in unison.
With their orders given, one of the men lifted Lacey's unconscious body and carried her away into the shadows of the vast Wallace manor.
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Blood Enigma
WerewolfKenneth Rowe's ordinary life as a young omega wolf was about to take an eventful turn when he unexpectedly mates with an unknown Lycan on a night of a full moon. Learning a month later that he is with a child and that the supposed mystery father was...