Salome’s POV
“Where are we going, Barnabas?”
I gripped the edge of my seat, my knuckles turning a ghostly white. The dashboard lights cast a sickly green glow over Barnabas’s face, sharpening the hard line of his jaw. He didn’t look at me. He just kept his eyes on the road, his large hands relaxed on the steering wheel as if we were out for a casual Sunday drive instead of speeding into the black heart of the woods.
“You need a lesson in loyalty,” he said. His voice was low, vibrating with a calm that terrified me more than a shout would have. “You’ve forgotten who you belong to, Salome. I think it’s time I reminded you.”
Panic flared in my chest, hot and suffocating. I knew that tone. It was the sound of a man who had completely disconnected from reality. I needed a way out. I needed
