Ivara's POV
Me? Taming me?
I tried talking back, but the gag didn’t let me, and when I tried to move, the belt bit into my skin. Xlynor had tied my arms so tight that it hurt when I moved.
Psychopath! I cursed inwardly, then tried kicking him, but he caught my ankle, squeezing it with a smug smirk on his face before pushing it back into the car.
“The more you resist, the more excited I get,” he mumbled, before slamming the door shut.
The drive to wherever he was taking me felt endless. I had no idea what he was up to and him taking me unaware like this left me restless. My thoughts drifted to Eryndor. I hoped Zane — or whatever his name was, wouldn’t hurt him.
Xlynor had his gaze fixed ahead as he drove like he had just escaped a mental institute.
Worse, I couldn’t even scream at hi
