Chapter 6: Maybury
The bike bumped over something, and Roshène lurched into wakefulness, the growl of the engine an unmistakable reminder of where she was. She found she couldn’t move as her head was jammed against Hunter’s back. She flexed her fingers, realized her hands were hanging loose and found not only were her arms tied at the wrists around Hunter’s waist but he’d also tied them together with a belt. A crimson mist filled her vision, and she screamed, jerking her arms and heaving backward in an effort to pull herself away from his back.
“Hey, hey!” Hunter yelled, smacking her hand, half turning his head so she could hear him. “Stop that. I’m pulling over. Don’t freak out, you’ll have us both on the road.”
The slap was hard and sharp and stung her hand, but the shock tactic worke
