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flat...she tried not to think of Willows sophisticated unit in the city. Stomping down further twinges of jealousy, she searched for other positive things in her life. A small frown crossed her face as she struggled to think of something…anything...
    She had her job.
    Summer sighed in despair. It was bordering on pathetic when you had to try to convince yourself your job was worth mentioning twice. Willow on the other hand, lived out of a backpack most of the year and was never on the same continent for more than a few weeks at a time.
    Summer thought about the letter Willow had left. There had been no warm, fuzzy farewell, as Summer had half-hoped, just her sister’s no-nonsense, straight to the point instructions. She’d felt momentarily distraught; the whole if-something-happens-to-me letter had been so formal…not a touch of sibling affection in it.
    With a frustrated growl, she heaved herself out of the bath and sloshed water over the edge onto the floor. She was not going to sit there feeling sorry for herself. Willow was who she was and it did no good to sit and brood about it, especially now. Willow needed her. That was all that mattered.
    Too restless to get ready for bed, she threw on the first set of clothes she came to—a pair of cut off denim shorts and a white T-shirt before settling down to watch an in-house movie in her room.
    She was halfway through one of Mel Gibson’s Lethal Weapon movies when the flash of a shadow outside caught her eye, moments before her door burst open and two balaclava-covered men stormed into her room. With a scream locked in her throat, Summer scrunched up against the headboard as the men advanced upon her. She kicked out and caught one of the assailants squarely in the chin, but was swiftly restrained by the second intruder. Helplessly overpowered, she was quickly bound, gagged and thrown over a shoulder. The whole thing had taken less than three minutes from the time they stormed her room.
    The concrete pavement flashed by in a blur beneath her as she frantically squirmed and tried to scream. This couldn’t be happening. Her breathing labored as she fought the panic which surged within her.
    Within moments she found herself dumped into the boot of an old car. Its darkness felt as heavy and thick as the air she tried to breathe. Tears dribbled down her face, soaking the horrible tasting material which covered her mouth. Her shoulders ached and her arms, tied behind her back, throbbed in agony.
    It had all happened so fast.
    Is this how Willow had felt? She wished her sister were here with her now, what if she never had the chance to see her again?
    The noise of the road beneath the car echoed in the dark confines of the vehicles boot. This was not how it was supposed to end. How had Tréago found her? The thought of what awaited her when she faced the man was enough to make her feel nauseous.
    After what felt like an eternity, the car slowed and rough, unsealed road soon replaced the smooth sound of bitumen beneath the car. Summer tried to stay calm, but with each passing minute she knew her chances of survival were growing slimmer.
    I don’t want to die. I haven’t even lived yet. Tears of fear and frustration continued to flow unchecked. However, as the miles passed, the fear of not knowing what awaited her began to outweigh the actual fear of dying. The coarse carpet under her cheek itched and scratched against her skin; each bump jarred her tied hands.
    Eventually the bright red blaze of the brake lights glowed eerily in her compartment, and gravel crunched beneath the wheels as the car rolled to a stop.
    The whoosh of the boot opening almost stopped her heart and rough hands lifted her from her hiding place to haul her over a shoulder. With each step, she bit back a sob as her ribs painfully jarred with the constant jostling. Her abductors footsteps pounded across rough ground; then they were inside and the room tilted as she was dumped, unceremoniously onto a hard