CHAPTER FORTY-THREEJessica
“Why?” I sputtered, struggling not to lose the croissant and
coffee I’d had earlier.
“Because I could.” The words seemed to come from another being.
Not Billy. Was he possessed? Brainwashed?
I was still trying to make sense of the situation, when he
grabbed my arm. “Let’s get out of here.”
I didn’t resist.
He ran, me stumbling beside him, to where he’d parked a
mid-sized car behind a hedge. I tried to think. How could I delay our
departure?
“Wait,” he said. “Take off the belt.”
“What?”
He pointed the gun at me. “You heard me. Take it off.”
Oh, s**t. Where was the goddamned rescue team?
Billy glared at me. “Do it. Now.”
