Chapter 135

The door locked behind her with a dull thud. Celeste was left all alone in the room. She glanced around-four bare walls and a window that was nailed shut. For a second, it didn't even feel real. Human trafficking? Seriously? Who hated her this much? This wasn't just petty revenge-this was someone planning to destroy her completely. From the faulty brakes on the mountain road to the whole setup of her staying at a villager's house-every step was calculated. They never meant to let her walk away. Outside, that middle-aged guy who'd grabbed her was still chatting it up with the buyer's family, probably negotiating a price. Celeste reached into her pocket and pulled out the knife Ethan had slipped her. She cut through the ropes around her wrists and slipped off the bed, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on an old wardrobe in the corner. That would have to do. She crouched inside, holding her breath. Ethan had told her Mr. Foster would come for her by sunrise. If he couldn't find