The word shattered her. Guards appeared behind him.

Knight didn’t look away from her. He spoke softly, almost tenderly.

She screamed and fought when they grabbed her, but her panic made her limbs weak. Knight caught her chin gently as she was pulled from the closet, forcing her eyes to his.

Her tears blurred everything. Her breaths came in sharp, broken whimpers.

Knight’s smile was small. Tragic. Possessive.

Her knees buckled as they dragged her out of the apartment. And Dr. Knight followed close behind— hands in his pockets, calm, satisfied, as the guards transported her back to the one place she feared more than death.