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‘No,’ I dis my frustration when I still fail to find him

‘Olivia, baby?’ A war around violently I finda million eyes in my direction ‘I need to find him!’ My panic blanketsmy body shake andI ht be too late

‘Shhh,’ she hushes me like a baby, and pullsfro and bizarre, but so needed It defies everything, yet feels so right Fro place in the crook of her neck, I feel her headfor Miller, too

‘Helpunder the trau and I feel her heart pick up its pace underon her chest She pullsin every little piece of aze at sapphires thatdownher watery eyes and pushing her lips to my forehead ‘We’ll find your love’

She starts to pullto be polite or considerate ‘Move,’ she orders,dozens of people jump back, wary As my feet scurry to keep up with her, I hear the hushed whispers of the people we’re leaving behind, and I definitely register the shocked mention of my mother’s name from more than one person It’s not only me who feels like she’s returned from the dead

We e entrance hall, but Gracie stops, and I watch as she casts her eyes around the area She doesn’t knohere to head next

‘He’s in the Dolby Suite’ Tony’s voice co out a key to s shut down He’s in a bedroom

I snatch the key and fly up the stairs like a bullet before I can catchhis na ‘Miller!’ I clock the gold plaque on the door stating the dolby suite and fuh the door like a wrecking ball The sound of the wood hitting the wall behind it echoes through the entire house, virtuallyit shake My eyes are wild as they dart around the enormous suite, andany further instructions to filter through as I stand on the threshold

Then I see himents of devastation

He’s naked, blindfolded, his ar from the fancy wallpaper I’m arrested by shock His chin is dropped to his chest, and it stays that way as I heave and shake on the spot, screao to him He hasn’t moved a muscle I sn my choked sob when I realise I’m too late and let out a screa a tall blonde wo towardsthe whip The tip catchesdown the side ofback in shock My eyes are pulling, wanting to check on Miller, but herfro,’ she snarls, a tinge of an accent in her tone Russian ‘Leave!’

There is not a chance in hell I’ hied, recoiling when she snaps the whip again My anger is doto the shiny wooden floor

I scan the roo a glimpse of metal on the bed Miller’s belt I dart over and yank it fro around erratically I tense everywhere, that redme, as I prepare to strike

‘You little bitch What do you think you’re going to do?’ She stalks closer, whip twitching, coritto hold my poise I won’t be whole until I’m out of here and Miller is safely inferociously, not that it has any i overher to co lifelessly froles fro in my veins, and before I can even conte the belt buckle sailing through the air I don’t wait to see where it connects, but her yelp of pain tells me it has I race over to Miller and liftacross his stubble softly He mumbles some incoherent words and nuzzles sleepily intoof fireworks under my skin spur me to reach for his restraints I start to calmly unravel his hands from the fetters

‘Get away fro at Miller’s ar whimper

I can’t bear the sound