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Elizabeth POV She watched in fear as Matteo neared her—her pulse quickening with every step he took. Her eyes darted from him to the door behind him. She could hear the ticking of the clock, the rustle of Matteo’s clothes as he approached and her own rapid breaths. “Not going to happen.” He said, following her line of sight. “The only way out of this room is through me,” Matteo said, tapping the pocket that held the key, “So why don’t you come and sit down,” He gestured to the chair. Elizabeth watched him like a hawk, following every little move he made. Her palms were sweating, and the room felt like it lacked oxygen. “Elizabeth, do you want to come and sit?” He gently asked her. She shook her head. She didn’t know what she was planning on doing, but she felt safe in her corner—for no