ANGELA’S POV
All the color drained from my face.
The first man turned to speak with the driver while the second scanned the rows of passengers.
I recognized him instantly. That cold, unwavering stare locked onto me and shattered every fragile hope of escape.
Dog.
He moved down the aisle with deliberate steps, eyes fixed on me the entire way. I pressed myself deeper into the seat as if it could somehow swallow me whole. If a black hole had opened beneath my feet in that moment, I would have welcomed it.
I kept my gaze on the floor, refusing to look up even when he stopped beside me. The weight of his stare still drilled into the top of my head.
“Come with me,” Dog said flatly. The firmness in his tone left no room for argument.
When I didn’t move, he leaned closer.
“Don’t make a sc
