Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

Then I freeze. There’s a text from an unknown number that reads, “Have you misplaced your
kitty?”
My heart seizes. Maybe it’s a neighbor, but how do they have my number if I don’t have theirs?
My fingers shake as I type back, “Yes. Who is this?”
“I’ll give her back tonight when you come over for dinner.”
For a split second, I don’t understand.
Then I do, and I nearly explode with rage. “You kidnapped my cat?!” I type back furiously.
“What kind of fucking lunatic kidnaps a person’s cat?????”
“I found your cat. You should be grateful.”
Grateful? My eyes practically bulge out of my head.
Before I can even type a response, he sends another text. “Hollis will pick you up at six. Make
sure you’re ready this time.”
I’m so angry I could cry, but a little relieved, too. If Calvin has Marie, at least she’s not lost. I
still want to kill him, but surely he hasn’t hurt her. “Can I see a picture?” I ask just to make sure.
A moment later, a picture comes through. Marie is lying on a white blanket that looks softer and
cozier than anything I own. Her gaze is calm, her body language relaxed. Her paw is resting over
what appears to be a cat toy she was playing with before the picture was snapped.
She seems fine.
I close my eyes and breathe a sigh of relief.
“Thank you,” I send back. Catnappers don’t deserve thanks, but the bastard could have hurt her.
Instead, he bought her a toy.
“You’re welcome,” he replies. “We’ll see you tonight?”
“Yes,” I answer, trying not to feel defeated.
“Looking forward to it,” he replies.
A knot lodges in my throat as I read that one and remember what happened last time he got me
alone on his turf. Last time he looked forward to seeing me.
I tell myself it won’t happen again, but I have no idea if it’s true.
I know I have to go get my cat back, and this time I can’t ask Georgia to play chaperone. I would
never put her in potential harm, and my sister is lovely—how do I know he wouldn’t hurt her?
I don’t. Just like I don’t know for a fact he won’t hurt Marie.
I could call the police and tell them this crazy man stole my cat, but even if they went to his place
to ask about it, he could deny it. Assure them that’s his cat and the white cat I lost must be running