Eisley stood in the dimly lit room, her heart pounding in her chest as Irwin's voice echoed around her. "Sweet of you to underestimate me," he taunted, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and menace. "Did you really think I didn't know where my wife is? I only let you be. It seemed you needed to cool your anger," he said, not even apologetic.
Her breath hitched, and she forced herself to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you want?"
Irwin laughed softly. A sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "What do you mean what do I want? It's time to come home, cupcake."
"Don't call me that," she snapped, her anger flaring despite her fear.
"I'll freaking call you whatever I want, cupcake," he replied, his voice low and dangerous, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Eisley glanced around, her mind racing. "I don't want to go home."
