Rearing back, he slapped me hard.
My ears rang, and bright lights exploded behind my eyes. Pain registered but all I could think about was Jethro.
Come back!
Come claim me!
Come save me!
Shaking me, Daniel snarled, “You have six days, bitch. Six days to pay your remaining debts. And fuck, will I have fun extracting them.”
I spat in his face. “Go to hell, Buzzard. You’ll die before I do.”
He sighed indulgently, his temper simmering with cockiness. “Nila, Nila, Nila, so delusional. You’re not paying attention to what I’m telling you. No one can save you. No one will hear you scream. Six days. That’s how long you have to live. We’re leaving forAlmasi Kipangaright now—this very fucking second.”
His teeth glinted in the dark. “Do you get it? Do you understand what this means? We’re taking you to South Africa, to our diamond mines, to where it all began. You’ll see the last things you’ll ever see. You’ll hear the last things you’ll ever hear. And you’ll live your final moments on foreign soil.”
My heart shrivelled.
No, no. God, no.
Daniel morphed from man to monster, shadowing my future, my soul, my hope.
I didn’t have two days.
I didn’t even have two hours.
Jethro!
They were taking me away.
They were stealing everything!
Daniel marched me from life to death, laughing with every step. “Oh, and another thing I should mention. This little trip...it’ll be your last as you won’t be coming back alive.”
“No!”
After everything we’d been through. After everything we’d promised and planned.
It was all for nothing.
Time had fucked us once again...
...
Jethro
was
too
late.
