Savannah
My breath scraped in my throat. The air in the car thickened, pressing in on me, and I struggled to pull it into my lungs.
A fierce mental distress bloomed in my chest, not because they were taking me, but because they had separated me from my dad.
Every muscle in my body screamed, urging me to fight, to claw, to do anything other than sit passively as this black car sped toward an unknown destination.
The capture had been brutal. All I could see in my mind was the image of my father’s face, contorted in pain.
The sound of his grunt as they shoved him against the van replayed over and over.
I hated them for manhandling him, for treating him like a criminal.
I recognized some of the men in the car with me. They wore the insignia of Xavier’s personal security detail.
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