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abhorrence. “I won’t.”
    “You will.” He stated without an ounce of doubt. His confidence made me feel insecure and I cursed him for it. “I promise you, Nova, you will.”
    “I hate you.” I folded my arms indignantly over my chest and stared out the window. I gritted my teeth, feeling like a petulant child.
    Beside me Calix laughed, completely oblivious to the tears welling in my eyes. He really didn’t know what he was doing to me. Or maybe he did know. Maybe it was just me who had no clue what was going on in my mind, in my heart. There was no doubt I loathed my captor. Every fiber of my being repelled his nearness. But despite the hatred I held for him, for obvious reasons, I couldn’t help but teeter on the fence. On one side, I could do what Calix wanted of me and accept him and the life he had planned. I could maybe find some semblance of acceptance for the hand I’d been dealt. While the other side left me helpless and depressed. I had a feeling that no matter how long I fought him, I could only do so behind closed doors. He had my family in the cross hairs, their lives relying on my compliance. I wasn’t naive enough to believe that the man who’d had me taken from my home in the dead of the night was above murder. He had told me that he wouldn’t hesitate to stoop so low, and I believed him.
    Before I knew it, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. I wondered if I was going through some sort of hyperactive stages of being a kidnapped victim. My situation wasn’t the usual. I had a feeling that most girls who were taken, weren’t taken by some enigmatic, possessive male with steel blue eyes. And for marriage!
    There was a part of me that wondered if I should just accept him, and this situation for what it was. I’d always been the kind of person who looked for silver linings. I tried to make the best out of every situation I found myself in, no matter how unfortunate. But this, this was just wrong. There was a part of me that simply couldn’t fathom doing that. I just couldn’t . How could he expect me to accept him? How did he think I would ever be a dutiful wife? Oh right, he thought I would, because I didn’t have a choice.
    Slowly, I turned to face him. “I need to pee.”
    ***
    The limo rolled into a small gas and diner on the side of the highway, just a few miles off some unnamed dinky town. The limo had no place being in this parking lot and I stared, wide eyed, out the tinted window, comfortable in the knowledge that no one could see me.
    “Well, you’d better get some clothes on.” Calix muttered, lifting the lid of a disguised compartment. “You can’t go wandering into the diner without clothing. Someone might think you’ve been taken from your bed in the middle of the night.”
    I didn’t know what to be more angry with. The fact that he’s had clothing in here for me the entire time, or that he was making a joke about my very unfortunate situation. The situation he himself had forced me into.
    Instead, I snatched the clothing, holding it tight to my chest. My hands were shaking as I sputtered, “You are the worst human being I have ever encountered!”
    He sat back in his seat, looking satisfied. “Get dressed.”
    I pointed to the door. The anger in my voice was barely restrained. “Get out.”
    He folded his hands in his lap. “I don’t think so, love. I’ve already told you that you’re going to have to get used to me being around. You’re my fiancée and we aren’t one of those prudent couples who won’t be sharing a room.”
    My entire body was vibrating with anger by the time I turned around. He obviously wasn’t going to leave, allowing me to dress in private. The man was a freaking Neanderthal! I wondered, quite spitefully, if he would survive a baseball bat to the head. The thought made me grin, and I couldn’t help but think that I was turning heartless remarkably fast. Shrugging off my sudden guilt, I inspected the clothing he’d brought along for me.