prologue
Harriet
Kidnapping is wrong.
I know this. It’s against the law for a reason. But sometimes there is no other choice. That’s where I am. In an impossible position where I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
Which is why I’ve got my professor and friend, Jace—I think I can consider him my friend—tied up in the backseat of my car on our way to the gardener’s cottage behind Atticus and Vivian’s mansion.
So, yes, while we can all agree kidnapping is wrong … just hear me out. A) He’s not a child, so technically it’s not kidnapping. He’s a man. So it’s mannapping. Except, he’s actually a monster. So, it’s monsternapping?
B) He’s a big guy. I mean, monster. He’s a big monster. So, I’m like 99% sure he could have escaped if he’d wanted to. Okay, 92% sure. 89% at minimum.
And also, C) I’m pretty sure he’s my soul mate.
So, it’s not kidnapping or monsternapping. It’s soulmatenapping. And that’s basically just a honeymoon, right?
Have I convinced you yet?
No?
Okay, let me back up a few months…