Sasha's fingers gripped the edge of the seat so tightly her nails dug into the fabric. The faint metallic scent of dried blood was in her nose now... or maybe it was just in her head... and her chest felt like it couldn't expand enough for a full breath.
She needs to get out of here really quick..
She didn't dare move. Not a sound.
The hum of the engine vibrated under her feet.
From the corner of her eye, she studied Evan's profile... perfectly relaxed, hand draped over the wheel like he had all the time in the world. He even hummed along with the faint tune on the radio. Innocent. Completely normal.
But under the seat, hidden in shadow, was a thick chain smeared with old, rust-brown stains that could only be one thing.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, slowly pressing her knees to
