Calla blinked, but the world around her remained dark. Where was she? Where were Xander and Kolz? They were usually so warm and she felt so cold now.
Her head ached. Something tickled her temple. She brushed at it, fearing it was a spider, but her hand slipped across her skin instead. Wet. Slick.
It had to be blood.
Then everything came back to her. Quick. Damn him. She froze in case someone was watching her. Every bit of her body throbbed with pain.
Quick. Damn him.No one came. No one said anything. There was just a constant hum.
Rough carpet scraped her cheek. It smelled faintly of dirt and oil.
Thoughts stirred through her slowly until the pieces clicked into place. She was in the trunk of a car. She had to be.
If there was anything that her lonely movie-filled nights had taught
