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all she knew, she might be denied food until she gave Jackson what he wanted.
    “I hate you,” she growled, her foot shooting out to kick the opposite wall, sending a shudder through her prison. “I hate you, Jackson! I hate you! Do you hear me? I hate you!”
    She screamed until her throat was raw, her eye sockets throbbed, and tears streamed down her cheeks. She screamed until she could have sworn she’d used up all the air in her prison and her head felt light enough to float off her body. She screamed and screamed until darkness fell and the moon rose over the black hulk of the mountain and she was too weak to do anything but curl into a ball on the floor of the cage and cry herself to sleep, pitifully mumbling promises to herself.
    She was going to hurt him. She was going to make him sorry he’d done this. She was going to show him that sometimes people did get what they deserved and that he wasn’t the only one who could become a monster.
    By the time she finally began to drift off to sleep—still feeling the full-body crawl of terror only a claustrophobic could fully understand—she had nearly convinced herself that she didn’t pity Jackson, let alone love him.
    How could she be in love with a man who would hurt her this way?
    Nothing he’d done in the past week had been as awful as this. Before today, he hadn’t known he had the wrong woman and there had always been pleasure at the end of the pain. The most mind-blowing, heart-wrenching, explosive pleasure of her life, unlike anything she could have imagined until Jackson took her by the hand and led her down his dark path.
    But maybe he didn’t want to give her pleasure or pain anymore.
    She wasn’t Harley. She wasn’t the woman he wanted. Maybe now that he knew Harley was truly beyond his reach, he wanted answers and nothing more. And maybe, if she broke down and gave him what he was asking for, he’d send her home to Sybil.
    The thought should have been a sliver of hope to cling to. Instead, it summoned fresh tears that slid down her already hot, swollen cheeks. She didn’t want him to send her away or even to simply let her out of her cage. She wanted him to care the way she cared.
    “So stupid, Hannah,” she mumbled to the darkness. “You’re so fucking stupid.”
    She’d always heard that love was blind, but apparently it was dumb, as well, and lacking in even the most basic sense of self-respect.
    She still loved Jackson, even now, curled on her side with hard plastic digging into her bones, her head full of cotton, and her mouth filled with the sour taste of terror. She still ached for his touch and the feel of his body joining with hers, promising with every brush of skin against skin that she belonged in his arms, and she sensed she would only stop loving him when she began hating herself.
    “First thing in the morning,” she whispered as her eyes slid closed. She would start to work on hating herself first thing in the morning.
    Right now she was too tired for love or hate or anything in between.

CHAPTER SIX
    Jackson
    Jackson locked himself in his room, turning the stereo to a classical station to drown out the sound of Hannah’s distant screams. He took a long hot shower, doing his best not to think about anything in particular as he scrubbed the saltwater stickiness from his skin. Afterward, he dressed in silk pajama pants and a cotton tee shirt and sat down to decode a message encrypted on the website his underground contacts used to negotiate prices for his shipments.
    If Hannah was still screaming that she hated him an hour later, he couldn’t hear it over the soothing piano music, but he would swear he could feel her contempt stinging across the surface of his skin. The hair at the back of his neck stood on end, his jaw ached from being clenched for too long, and his stomach had solidified into a granite slab that weighed down the center of his body. Working was challenging and eating was unthinkable.
    When Eva brought him a