The Cellar

Lily? My stomach dropped as a tall, dark-haired man stepped into view. Had he been hiding between the trees? “No. Sorry.” Gulping, I took a step back. “I’m not Lily.” Before I could blink, he threw his arms forward and grabbed me. I tried to shout, but he clasped his hand over my mouth, muffling my screams. My heart raced. I’m going to die. For months, Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her—and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers.