ISABELLA
I pressed my forehead against the cold windowpane, watching the glittering city blur past in restless streaks of gold and red like molten metal smeared carelessly across glass.
The quiet hum of the engine beneath me should have been calming, like a lullaby after the worst night of my life. But all it did was remind me I was trapped. In this car, in this life and in this goddamn mess I didn’t sign up for.
I sat in the farthest corner of the backseat, my knees curled in and arms wrapped around them because even breathing in the same confined space as Logan Black felt like swallowing glass.
He was up front, barking into his phone like the world owed him obedience and immediate answers.
"Why the f**k was he released?" His voice was a jagged snap sharp enough to cut through the l
