She shouldn’t be thanking him. He was the reason she’d feared for her family in the first place, still she was glad he was taking hurting them off the table.

“But…” That one word sent a chill through her. “If you ever want to talk to them again, you will reconcile with your situation.”

She nodded, still grateful that he wasn’t going to hurt her family.

“Come, let’s go out for supper,” he said, pushing to his feet and giving her a slight smile. “You can wear something new.”

Her heart leapt in anticipation. He was going to take her out! Maybe she could find a chance to escape.

Then she caught his watchful expression. As psychotic as he was, Volkan wasn’t stupid. He fully expected her to try to escape, which meant he had a plan. But if he expected her to rebel, then why was he taking her out?

Then it hit her. He was giving her the opportunity to prove that she could be a good little captive. She thought of her family and how worried they must be about her. She was supposed to text them the moment she arrived in London, and it was now almost 30 hours later. They must be frantic. If she could get Volkan to see that she was willing to cooperate, at least a little, maybe he would let her call her parents.

“Alright,” she said, standing. “Give me an hour and I’ll be ready.”

He nodded and said, “I’ll give you some privacy.”

An hour later, Yasmin found herself in front of the standing mirror in the bedroom. She looked… beautiful. Well, as beautiful as she was going to get. She’d chosen a floor length dress with an empire waist, the low-cut spaghetti-strap top hugging her curves with loving perfection. Long multi-coloured stripes in rose, light pink and burgundy gave her body more length than it had. The dress was more glamorous than anything she’s ever worn, but it appealed to the bohemian in her.

She brushed her hair out and clipped it to the side, allowing the black waves to flow freely over her shoulders. Placing her glasses over a carefully crafted face of makeup, she slipped her feet into a pair of low-heeled tan sandals and opened the door.

Volkan turned from where he was looking out the window, his hands in his trouser pockets. As his expression became one of heated appreciation, Yasmin was transported back to their time together in Toronto. Before she found out he was a psycho kidnapper.

He’d changed into a black tuxedo with dress shoes and a black bowtie finishing the ensemble. As he approached her, she caught sight of his diamond cufflinks. The stones were real, she’d bet her life savings of $49.32 on it.