EIGHTTEEN
“WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HOLY…?”
Her father screamed as he slammed out of the truck. Styx was gone just as fast. Gone, in a flash. Just like that she was alone. Their shouting outside was muffled by the metal and glass shell around her. The haze was shattered when the door at her feet opened. The voices continued as she was flipped to her back by her ankles and dragged toward the cool air.
“It’s f*****g done,” Styx barked. “We forget it and move on.”
He bowed over to grab her arms and haul her up, tossing her over his shoulder again, this time to take her out. It was light outside. They’d been driving for… she couldn’t even guess how many hours… maybe it had been days… Her head was empty. Her ability to focus, gone.
“She’s in shock,” Harry said.
Styx dumped her on the compacted
