The car lurched to a stop and Calla rolled backward. She jolted awake.
Since her phone died, cutting her off from Xander and Kolz and cloaking her in the lonely darkness, she"d drifted in and out of sleep. She couldn"t be sure how long she"d been in the trunk. It"d felt like days, but she doubted it had been.
Deep masculine voices rumbled to life as soon as the engine died.
She braced, fisting her stiff, numb fingers around her phone. It was the only weapon she had. If she threw it at whoever came for her…
The car doors opened and closed. She waited. The voices grew fainter.
Were they leaving her here?
Were they leaving her here?She swallowed. This was her chance. She might not have another. She had to get out of here.
Every new car had a release latch in the trunk, didn"t it? Somet
