"Where...where are you taking me?" She struggles to wrench her hand free, stumbling backward several steps, her face hard as she looked at her.
Freya Locke chuckled coldly, her laughter enchantingly tantalizing, "Miss Summer, I've just thought of something I need your help with."
Tara furrowed her brows, eying her skeptically as her view began to blur again. She ignored her, took a step forward, but lost her balance and her knees buckled.
With a thud, Tara crumpled to the ground. Before she could knit her brows together, her surroundings began spinning, unable to discern direction.
Freya slowly stepped to her side, looking down at the woman, who was half-sitting on the ground, swaying uncontrollably. Freya let out another derisive snort.
She promptly pulled out her phone and made a call. As she hung up, a cold, sinister smirk curled at the corners of her lips...
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Tara Summer has disappeared!
