Taken; by a mad man. Stolen; as I ran from love. Betrayed; by the love of my life. For days I didn't know where I was or who took me, trapped in the dark with no way out. Finally, when I started to give up hope, I was able to escape. Into the arms of a man I swore I'd never speak to again. But now we had bigger problems; being pursued by the nameless, faceless man who took me. Would we figure out who he was and why he wanted me before he caught up to us or would I lose everything I didn't know I wanted, again?