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here. I’ll let you know when the coast is clear.”
    Facing whatever it was out there had to be easier than waiting for it to come get her. She wasn’t helpless. Sex wasn’t the only thing she was good at. She knew how to fight. And she’d watched her fair share of horror movies. They would have better odds if they fought together instead of allowing the monsters to pick them off one at a time. “I could help you.”
    He swore under his breath. “You will. But not with this.”
    “But—”
    “No,” he said decisively. “Not with this. I know you’ve got no reason to trust me, but I meant it when I promised I wouldn’t let anything hurt you.” The bittersweet smile he wore held so much pain it made her heart ache. “Try to be good. I’ll be back when I can.” With that, he was gone. The door clicked so softly behind him, she didn’t even hear it close.
    Be good? She smirked as she made her way to the door.
    Good girls helped those in need, right?
    If not, they would certainly help themselves. She may be pissed at her captor, but that was easily trumped by the lifelong hatred she held for her father. She would do anything to see him fail, especially when winning would mean getting his hands on her.
    Pressing her ear to the hard wooden surface, she listened as she counted to sixty. If she didn’t give him a good head start, she was fairly certain she would end up tied to the headboard. And not in a good way.
    When she was certain he was far enough ahead to make restraining her impossible—or at the very least improbable—she quietly crept out of the room. Thankfully her eyes had had time to adjust to the darkness of the house. Following the hall, she had just started down the stairs when the sounds of the struggle reached her.
    It was crazy, charging into a fight to protect the man who’d betrayed her. But, if what he said was the truth, she did want to help Molly. No one deserved to be at her father’s mercy. And it wasn’t like the man who’d bound her was a threat. She was fairly certain he was going to be easy to manipulate.
    Hell, even the bond was a bit of a blessing under the current circumstances. Her father couldn’t place a blood bond on her, but he could have a lackey do it. He would too. It was the only way he’d ever be able to bend her to his will. She hadn’t even thought about the possibility until she’d come to, alone in the bedroom, unsure of what’d happened.
    She shuddered at the memory. Fortunately, it hadn’t taken her long to realize, if her father had anything to do with the bond she’d have already been turned over to him. And since she could only be bound to one person at a time, her captor had unwittingly spared her from that particular fate. She wasn’t about to thank her captor, but she was smart enough to realize keeping him alive was mutually beneficial. For now, at least.
    With that in mind, she started down the hallway to the right. Glancing through an open doorway, she made out two shadowy figures struggling in what appeared to be a sunroom. Even now the moon shone brightly through a wall of windows and illuminated the many potted plants—some of which seemed scattered among the motionless bodies of three people. But she only had a moment to take in the room’s layout before her attention was drawn back to the struggle. One of the shadows had an arm around the other’s throat in a painful-looking chokehold.
    “Did you think he wouldn’t come for her?” Not recognizing the voice, she assumed it was her captor caught in the chokehold. He was pulling on the assailant’s arm, but couldn’t breathe let alone answer. “And now you’ve got nothing to trade for dear Molly.”
    Was that his plan? It was a possibility. One she hadn’t thought of. But it didn’t seem to ring true. If he wanted to trade her, she’d be sitting in a dark holding cell somewhere. Wouldn’t she? Besides, he was an enforcer. And he was smart enough to still be breathing, which was