Kurtis POV
“Kurtis… you’re running out of time.”
That voice. Calm, cruel, and too familiar. Every word he spoke scraped at my skin, clawing at the frayed edges of my sanity. My grip on the phone tightened, knuckles white, as I tried to control the rage bubbling inside me.
“I’ve given you twenty-four hours,” the kidnapper continued, his tone smooth like he was enjoying this twisted game. “But let’s be clear, I’m not after your money. I’m after something much more valuable: your suffering. And watching you scramble around, desperate, clueless... that’s priceless.”
“You touch her again, and I swear” I growled, my voice low, venomous.
He chuckled, that mocking, icy sound sending a chill down my spine. “Swear what, Kurtis? You’ll do *what*, exactly? Right now, you’re powerless. Helpless.
