Mate.

Hollis Sharpe doesn't know that she's being watched.
Coveted.
Hunted.
Violated.
She doesn't know that cameras track her every move inside the walls of her grandmothers old Victorian house, that eyes are on her wherever she goes, that her keychain that finally turned up after being misplaced for a week now held an advanced tracking device able to ping her exact location down to mere feet from anywhere in the world.
She doesn't know that she's been watched while she slept, and ate, and showered.
She doesn't know that there's an imminent plot to steal her away in the dark of night, with no witnesses, to a place where her free will is to be siphoned away and tied to another with no hope of escape.
Hollis Sharp doesn't know any of this.
But she's about to.