Lara-Jean's POV
Hands grab me from behind the moment I reach my car.
One second I'm digging for my keys. The next—a cloth presses over my mouth. Sweet. Chemical. Wrong.
I jerk back immediately. My elbow slams into someone's ribs. A grunt. I kick backward, hard.
"Hold her!"
The cloth presses tighter. The smell floods my lungs.
"No—"
My vision blurs. Two men. Dark clothes. Masks.
"Victor says thanks for the cooperation," one mutters.
My head spins. I try to scream. Nothing comes out.
The last thing I manage is clawing at one man's arm hard enough to draw blood.
Then the world goes black.
***
Pain drags me back.
My head throbs. My mouth tastes like metal. For a moment I don't know where I am.
Then I realize—I'm moving. My wrists are tied behind my back. Rope. Tight. My ankles
