Emma's POV
“Move it!” Her voice came in hard, the same way it left my ears as she led us out of the bar.
She walked behind us with a gun pointed at us, while George carried Roland.
“You know you don't have to do this. We don't know you or know what you want.” I said, my voice filled with rage.
I would have taught this lady a lesson if I was the only one caught. But I can't risk other lives.
She's a psychopath.
“You will get to know who I am and what I want soon,” she retorted, her voice urging us to walk faster.
We halted in front of an old building—a church that had been abandoned—and slowly, she walked to face us. Her gun was still pointed at us.
“What do you want with us? Who are you, and why are you doing this?” Anna snapped as her gaze shifted from Roland to the lady.
I bit o
