Chapter 53

Rhys was chained to a chair.

Hands cuffed. Ankles shackled. Designer shirt wrinkled beyond salvation.

The cops had rattled off a laundry list of charges: "Theft. Breaking and entering. Trespassing. Assault. Disturbing the peace. Kidnapping."

Rhys screeched, "You've got it all wrong! That's my fiancé...

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